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Christopher Dawson

We leave the ship in rowboats. General Hanson and I lead the charge with six other brave men. More witches stand on the beach, some wave appearing to be friendly. But we know what they really are. What a sight we must be, a shadow upon their land. Doing what needs to be done, shaded from what some have called, atrocities. ‘Blasphemy.’

I hop out when we are close to shore. Some of the other men help me drag the boat onto land. The rest of the men ...