Salem's Werewolf
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The 2017 Witch Trials are on the rise in the sleepy town of Salem. Get sucked into a whirlwind of adventure and mystery. Not to mention the Werewolf epidemic.
I am Ashlynn Carson. I live in Salem, Massachusetts and I have something to say.
Being a witch is deadly. Being a werewolf is a horror. But being both? Now that's a total nightmare.
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