(WARNING: This is a much darker story than my others. There will be gore, sacrifices, racism, religious extremism, animal parts, and sex.)
Things are changing in Salem.
In the dead of night, on the autumn wind, came newcomers hiding in plain sight. In the high school, in the police department, and in the clinic are new faces - faces that don't belong.
The whispers tattled to the crow in the watchtower, and she's watching. She's waiting.
In a town like this, no one goes unnoticed. A town riddled with prejudice and superstition. A town stuck in its ways, in the past where witches burned and the church ruled the land. A religious divide separates the population still.
In no time at all, the nine strangers are caught in the crossfire of a war long fought, and dark tales of make believe become their reality. The war on witches, something all thought ended four centuries ago, still rages on unknown to outsiders.
With the mysterious girl always watching but never close enough to cross paths with them, comes triangular marks singed into their wrists that will bind them all together as long as they shall live.
Scarlett and the nine strangers must learn to work together if Salem has any hope of surviving the curse a scorned witch from deep within The Dead Wood casts on the entire town. No one is safe. Puritans and witches alike are in danger.
Fingers are pointed on either side, and violence rages in their hearts.
If it isn't stopped - all of Salem will burn.
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"If I should die before I wake,
I pray the lord, my soul to take."