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Rating
Mature
Chapters
12
Words
31,187
Characters
OC
Primary Relationship
OC/OC
Secondary Relationship(s)
Genre(s)
Drama, Horror/Dark, Angst
Era
Other
Advisory
Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme
Story Reviews
112
Status
Completed
First Published
2010-08-22 3:45pm
Last Chapter
2011-07-10 4:58pm
Last Updated
2016-09-22 11:10am

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1 Chapter One


It was the witching hour in Massachusetts. The rest of the colony slept through it, but I laid awake, with my eyes on the rafters and the moonbeams and the tiny dust motes that made patterns in the frosty air.

I had not heard the town crier for some time and assumed all was not well.

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2 Chapter Two

My father’s pewter eyes settled upon the indefinite space between Hannah and myself. After a moment, he nodded once and then looked at me fully.

“Come to my study, child,” he said and turned from the kitchen doorway.
 
 
 
 

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3 Chapter Three

Ann Birchard turned from the sideboard and faced me.

It was a horrific moment, one that I would seek to forget over the coming days and weeks. Slowly, my father’s new wife put the cups down on the table and slowly, ever so slowly, she smiled at me.

“Constance, good morrow.”
 
 
 
 

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4 Chapter Four

With the first of the morning snow upon me, I ignored the roiling worry in my stomach and opened myself up to the scent of heavy timber and sap. The ground was soft with dried pine needles, and my footsteps were muffled. I did not hear the man, then, when he came at me out of a knot of old trees.
 
 
 

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5 Chapter Five

“He thinks that Constance is bewitched,” Samuel muttered tersely, though I could see his left eye twitch slightly. “He would have me look to the spiritual rather than the physical. But…but there is no sign of it, no sign of attacking spirits in my household.”
 
 
 

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6 Chapter Six

Mr. Rockwood folded his long arms over his middle, his faded hat hanging limply from his right hand. “Has she ever done anything strange?”

“I--”

“Has Constance ever done anything you can’t explain, Mistress Palmer?”
 
 
 

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7 Chapter Seven

I sat bolt upright. “He come at me by night!”

My father’s back was to me and he jumped, pressing his fist to his mouth. “Constance, dear child!”

“Who comes?” Doctor Norris rushed to my bedside. The scent of tobacco became overwhelming.

My eyes were blurry and I blinked. Once. Twice. They would believe me…they would believe anything I said.
 
 
 
 

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8 Chapter Eight

“Your father’s word is stone,” I said, reaching across the covers to touch her cold hand, “but I will speak for you well-being nonetheless. Take heart and try to sleep.”

Constance said nothing when I left and I began to wonder, in the most uncertain corner of my heart, if she knew that I was only trying to help her.
 
 
 

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9 Chapter Nine

“I see them!” Hannah screamed. “I see them now!”

She threw herself upon the floor. Her body was caught in a violent fit.

“The Devil has set upon her!” a woman cried with rising hysteria.
 

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10 Chapter Ten

“Away?” My voice cracked and convulsively, my fingers gripped my mother’s quilt. “You wish me to leave my home?"
 

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11 Chapter Eleven

I meant to leave her with nothing. I meant to depart and flee into the night with no trace of my leave-taking. And yet there was Ann, so very frightened for me.

I turned, started down the stairs and then paused. “I am a witch,” I told her.
 

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12 Epilogue

These, then, are the sins for which I will never atone.
 

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