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I was thinking about The Crucible, by Arthur Miller, which is one of those plays we all read in high school, and this image popped into my head. A beautiful girl (Abigail Williams) with a wicked smile, just walking down the middle of the street in 17th century Salem, and behind her, the town burns.

From Issue 13 (Sept 2011)
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by Jason Kahn

“…‘Tis a perilous time we live in, good people, as we are beset on all sides by the agents of darkness,” boomed the orator in deep, sonorous tones. Despite the stifling air, an icy chill prickled up Mary’s spine. This voice was familiar too, though its owner’s identity eluded her. She moved closer, attempting to see.
“Just a fortnight ago in Chester County, a homestead of God-fearin’ Christians all under one roof slept sound in their beds, when a tribe of godless red savages swooped down in the black of night. The men folk were slaughtered where they lay, and the women and children were taken, no doubt to sate the savages’ evil appetites.”
Many of the congregants shouted and yelled in anger. Mary could see the minister’s form now: his black robe, a mane of silvery hair. She moved closer.

From Issue 13 (Sept 2011)
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