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The Witches: Salem, 1692

I am obligated to leave this poem here because of Nicholas Noyes, which is nuts.

Maybe most of all I liked how she wrote about the little we know of the aftermath -- it's horrible but fascinating to think about all the people who accused each other at the height of the crisis and then had to spend their ENTIRE LIVES running into each other awkwardly at the store.

I've never seen anyone write about that before. It sounds horrible but fascinating. I will steal spatch's copy of this book.