Imagine it's March 13, 1692 in Salem Village.

You're mending a shirt in your sitting room, but your mind is elsewhere.

You're pregnant, and racked with worry over the future of your growing family.

You and your husband come from wealth, but he lost the majority of his inheritance to

his brother.

Now what's left of your property is being attacked by neighbors who are encroaching

on the boundary lines of your farms.

What's worse, for the past two weeks, your 12-year-old daughter Anne has been tormented

by specters only she can see.

The sound of Anne walking toward you snaps you out of your thoughts.

You frown at the side of her ash and face.

The one's rosy cheeks seem like a distant memory.

What is it, Anne?

I thought you were going to rest.

I saw another apparition, mother.

An apparition?

Was it Martha Cory again?

No, it was someone else.

Who was it?

Where did you see it?

You pull her toward you, and she blanks slowly.

In the meeting house, it was a pale-faced woman.

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