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Deep within the mist-veiled forests of late 17th-century Rhode Island lies Grunhollow. Once a skeletal ruin nearly erased by a devastating fire, the village has clawed its way back to life, transforming its charred timber into a thriving lumber trade. Today, the rhythmic strike of the cooper’s hammer and the scent of fresh pine define its bustling economy..but a dark atmosphere has befallen the town.

 

The trial is over. The embers of the execution have cooled. The Florist, Amaryllis Codrin, has been put to death for the crime of witchcraft.

 

While the town’s buckets and barrels are shipped out, a disquiet has settled over the residents. The law has been satisfied, but the conscience of Grunhollow is in turmoil. Was her execution a righteous act of protection, a tragic judicial error, or a calculated piece of local malice?

 

..and why haven’t the strange things she was accused of stopped happening?

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