Hecate
- LECTURES 44
- Votes 3
- Chapitres 1
Contenu pour adultesTerminé ven., janv. 12, 20186m
Salem, 1692.
At the top of a hill miles away from the colonial Massachusetts stood Hecate. Her red dress dancing with the heavy winds of a storm that was brewing in the cold horizon, the eerie darkness and fetid, putrid air brought a silent warning.
The storm was promised, and so was her revenge.
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