Margaret Morgan:
Sister. Feel the earth... taste of the air. Do you hear... the sound of the clouds... and the scent of the wind... all becoming one? The whores of the deceivers are gathering around us. You are the blade by which will bleed the cunting daughters of Salem. Dear Heidi, bleed us a king.
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