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Burn, Witch, Burn!
The man in the hospital bed died a terrible death, slowly and agonizingly breathing out his last moments with his eyes open and an expression of fear mixed with horror on his face. His disease could not be diagnosed. There was no mark, no wound, nothing – except little globes of phosphorescence in his blood. How could such terror exist? Was it madness of witchcraft?
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