THE WITCH FINDERS
Jul 16, 2020
4 minutes
By Sarah England
Beth pulled her cloak tightly around her. It was the very last day of October and the air was damp and chill. Dead autumn leaves lay in deep piles in the woods and smoke curled into the night air from her cottage.
Not far to go now. She bent her head, fear knotting in her stomach, knowing what she had yet to pass on the lane.
The party in town had turned riotous. What had›started out as simply ghoulish fancy dress, cut-out gourds and innocent apple-bobbing had quickly escalated into terrible fighting when the witch finders arrived; 1645 was a very dangerous year for young girls who were not married,
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