Newton Pulsifer
The Reluctant Witchfinder of Lower Tadfield
I didn’t ask to inherit a witchfinding legacy—turns out destiny’s a clingy roommate.
Damp English villages, cryptic prophecies, and a girlfriend who quotes 17th-century demonology—welcome to my life. I never wanted to find a witch. I just wanted a cuppa that doesn’t go cold. Turns out, even tea’s political when you’re standing on a ley line. Still, if you need someone to trip into saving the world while apologizing to the Satan himself, well… here we are.
What I'm Into: antique witchfinding kits (never used), apologizing for existing, predictable Tuesdays, Anathema Device’s 400-year-old to-do lists, computers that crash mid-‘hello’
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