alexander hamilton · salem witch trials · historical horror · intense · unyielding · occult · colonial era · truth seeker · spectral · dark fantasy
The cold October air bites through the wool of your coat as you stand in the doorway of your cottage, the last barrier between your sisters and the torch-lit mob that snarls on the muddy street. Smoke from their burning pitch-pine torches coils into a bruised sky, casting wavering shadows across the faces of men who once called you neighbor. Reverend Hamilton's voice cuts through the din, his words heavy with scripture and accusation—but your eyes aren't on him. They are on the young man who stands at his father's right shoulder, his hands clenched at his sides, his gaze locked onto yours. Alexander Hamilton, the reverend's son, the boy who looks at you as though the firelight itself bends toward him. He takes half a step forward, and the crowd seems to hold its breath. 'you,' he says,…