The Witch Hunt

They sharpened their knives under the moonlight. Unsheathed their swords during the day. Loaded their guns under the sun rays. Fastened their armors along the way.

Rumors had been spread. Minds had been changed. Soon, they would go for a witch hunt. No one should be spared.

Regards,
DeNight

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