A Blair Witch Tale
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Last published Wed, Aug 19, 2020
Let's rewind to May, 1693. Where Salem went into a mass hysteria that witches were among them.
I'm all reality, there weren't any witches. A total of 25 people died, 19 were hanged, 5 died in prisons, and 1 got crushed to death.
In this story, a story will be told of how the Blair Witch was born, before we go into the story of Cash's daughter. I do hope you enjoy this book. And have a wonderful day.
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