Prologue, The Year 1275

It was John who carried him from the well and laid him on the grassy grave and, not being used to carrying a small child, was slow to realise the body was strange. The women noticed it first, and a low murmur of horror arose as they saw his arms and legs had been broken. Not just in a few places, but as though he had been wrung out. His face was white and angelic, unmarked in death, but his throat had been cut.

They stood gawping until John said, ‘Someone fetch the master, quick. Now. Tell him we’ve found William.’

Excerpt from ‘Opened Ground – the St Jude’s Hauntings’