![]() ![]() ![]() I got away, but they searched for me still. I tracked them searching through the rest of the house, moving from one room to the next, their heavy tread freighted with hatred. Only Martha stood against them, defying Reverend Johnson as brave as a robin before a striking hawk. I cowered in Rebekah’s borning room, thinking to be safe for a little time, but they demanded entry even there, their voices ringing loud with right and duty. She ended her life on the hanging tree, and now the same fate awaited me. She was a wise woman, but her wisdom brought her nothing but sorrow. Who could not see it? "Them that’s blind and will not see." My grandmother’s words came to me. The madness twisting their faces was counterfeit. Even as they denounced me as a witch, their eyes gleamed with scheming malice. I had done no wrong, so why was I forced to run like a fugitive? My accusers, Deborah Vane and the other girls, they were the guilty ones. I had never ill wished anyone, but as I fled Beulah, anger and hatred clashed together, sparking curses like steel striking flint. ![]()
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