Salem Witch Trials

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                                  The girl huddled in the corner                She knew once they were here they would take her                   She would meet her entirnal fate 
The reaper is not made of cloth and bone nor is he male,but a wondrous young woman, tall and thin and pale.   My first encounter with maiden fair
I wasn't a witch,
A tiny roomMany peopleCrowdedTwo dusty windows Sunlight streaming inOrange dusk
The world is solemn on judgment day The wind whispers through tall oak trees, their withered leaves slowly descend to the ground Rain gradually collects on the cold, hard earth
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