Dad led some of the mob away, but they were still shouting at me and threatening to kill me. Fortunately, a lady in the crowd seemed to have her wits about her, for she questioned loudly, "You're not making sense, Mr. Seymour. None of us in town could speak until we were married."Elizabeth is mute, so how could she have a cursed tongue and hex anyone? This whole incident is absurd. Why is Elizabeth's name on all these tombstones?"At once, the mob divided into two schools: one believed me, while the other—a small, conservative part—insisted I was behind their loved ones' deaths.I glowered at Dad. From his gaze, I knew he was part of the small conservative group that wanted to hold me accountable.At that moment, I was more certain than ever that it was Dad who'd framed me.Suddenly, Dad broke his silence and asked the townsfolk to follow him to the basement of our house.The crowd and I were baffled as we trailed after him, entering the basement of our house. I had no idea wh
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