**Salem, Massachusetts - 1692** **Thomas** is marked as an outcast the moment he steps off the ship from England. As a Quaker, he's outnumbered and distrusted by Salem's Puritans. And as an orphan without any useful skills, he has nowhere to live and no way to earn his keep. In a stroke of luck
Gallows Hill
β Scribed by Orford, Margie
- Book ID
- 107672852
- Publisher
- Head of Zeus Ltd.
- Year
- 2010
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 432 KB
- Series
- Clare Hart 4
- Category
- Fiction
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β¦ Synopsis
A woman lies dead in an abandoned shed, but skeletons have lain undisturbed for centuries here at Gallows Hill, where Cape Town's gibbets once stood.
Police profiler Dr Clare Hart soon discovers that a deadly, more recent secret lies hidden among those long-buried bones. Who was the woman in the green silk dress? Who wanted her dead? Who buried her body among these ancient graves?
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