The pawnbroker studied the brooch. “Where did you get this?”

“Some ad on Craigslist,” Hannah replied. “It mentioned a curse it had on it, something about a figure appearing and whispering your sins to you?”

“Ah, one of those. Those types of curses are rare these days.”

“What can I get for it?”

“Well, the opal’s in good condition,” said the pawnbroker. “Is the curse still in place?”

“I don’t think so. The figure hasn’t appeared for a while.”

“Shame. Curses are valuable these days. Still, I can give you thirty dollars for it, plus a decent night’s sleep.”