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newton pulsifer, descendant of witchfinder general thou-shalt-not-commit-adultery pulsifer, and new employee of the witchfinder army, did not really know what he was doing. although, that was an embarrassingly regular emotion for the 26 year old.

loaded with weapons thrown at him by shadwell, he’d been sent on a mission. find the descendant of agnes nutter. that was easy enough, right?

no. nothing was an easy task for newton pulsifer. lost in the village tadfield, his car overturned, and he was left alone, and lost, looking for someone who he doubts is of any real importance to anyone anyway.

although, as he spotted a cottage, only a few metres away. surely it couldn’t hurt, just to see who lived there? newt cautiously approached the house, making his way up the pretty path that led to the doorway. he knocked on the door, waiting in bated breath.