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A story based on Salem witches and the witch trials written and illustrated by Frances Wosmek
 Lorea Webb stood still and straight as a birch-broom in
her new Sunday clothes, listening to the clip-clop of her father's horse
disappear down the quiet streets of Salem Village ... maybe forever.
Slowly and painfully, her numbed awareness took cautious
stock of the small, bleak room that marked the end of her long day's
journey. Other than flames snapping and crackling from the hearth, a
deathly hush seemed to have descended, with her own sad and lonely self
in its midst.
Her eyes swept the room in search of a friendly face. The
circle of relatives was frozen to a somber silence. Then, slowly, ever so
slowly, her gaze passed from Uncle Tad to the cousins, Patience, the
twins ... Tobias and Eben, finally settling on the most compelling of the
eyes burning like two live coals from a mountains of bedding. This she
knew, was Aunt Kate, the one relative who had agreed to the
responsibility of her, offering a home, of sorts, but with conditions
that had been carefully spelled out.
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To read more of this story or to find out about
publishing rights, contact Ms Wosmek.
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