The Last Salem Witch
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After the witch trails in February 1692, A child named Ariden was born in a cult with her mother who is a witch and father as cult leaders then on her 4th birthday Her mother was hanged for witchcraft which tramatized her for years and years go by her life somehow took a turn.
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