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“You have wronged me and the court,” the king bellowed, his voice echoing through the filled throne room. The lords and ladies of the court stood around, all glaring at the fellow in the center of the room. At the head of the room, the king and queen sat, resplendent and handsome. To the queen’s right sat her daughter, the princess. The young woman, having just seen her twenty-first name day, sat primly, yet could not help wiggling her fingers at the man in the middle. “The kingdom despises you, sir. Were it up to me, you would be put to death.

“Bring in the accused!” Brother Martin called across the large sanctuary.  Two armed guards opened the double doors to allow a small group of people into the church.  It was 1692, and disturbing word had reached the citizens of the Massachusetts town of Boston that Salem was in the midst of terror.  Women and men were accused of consorting with the devil and practicing other forms of witchcraft.  With distaste, they heard the peo

You wake up in a dingy room, almost like a hotel room.  It is blandly decorated and pale, looking as though it hadn’t been cared for in years.  You cough slightly as dust fills your lungs.  You sit up, feeling a little woozy still.  Your head pounds.  After a moment, you catch the glint of a mirror near the bathroom.  You rise shakily, slowly walking towards it.  When you reach it, you take a moment to look into it.  You see a s