Peine Forte et Dure
Salem Village: 1692
Spectral evidence
Afflictions to the righteous
Gales dash Gallows Hill
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A riverside trial
The accused put a swimming
Innocents shall sink
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Choking on ashes
The postmortem wicked scorched
Embers, crackling flames
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Evil now interred
Sinners smothered beneath earth
Hearts and screams silenced
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Bryan W. Conway
Author of the Sandusky Darkness series! Born and raised in Flint, Michigan. Conway has been a soldier, factory worker, lawyer, project manager, and personal fitness trainer. His hobbies include reading, fitness, scuba diving, and chess.
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It was a summer night in the Midwest, maybe twenty years ago. I was at a bar alone, a habit that I practiced quite often back then. I loved the freedom and the small degree of anonymity found by sitting at the bar by myself. I am not chatty; I will certainly speak to someone if he strikes up a conversation (almost always a “he”), but usually the only dialogue was between the bartender and me, and that was usually a brief conversation.
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