Colonel Roberts: I found him like the rest. He was sitting up at the head of my table with some of his cronies. They had brought out an old map, and Roberts’ hand laid upon it as if he had died while pointing to something. His finger seemed to indicate a certain nearby patch of woods well known in these parts for its evil shadows. The Witch’s Bower, so called, for there, it is said, initiates into that secret rite first know their familiars and are wedded to the devil.
I shivered, remembering those old tales my grandmother told me.
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