~ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞
"𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙄𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 - 𝙏𝙤𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝." - 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨
Massachusetts, 1692. Ever since he was a child, all he could ever be certain of was the heat of the flames, and the corpses of those close to him.
Sorin, born into slavery, had never thought something like this would happen: The way he would feel when being around the landowner's youngest son, Weylin, or the pain he felt when he was taken away from him.
*This story is not meant to romanticize racism, nor the horrific things that happened in the Salem Witch Trials, simply to spread awareness of the event as well as racism throughout time. - Author