Walking through these old ruins on Christmas Eve... it’s hard not to feel the weight of everything that was lost here. Twenty-five beautiful souls, gone because one man thought he could play God. 🕯️
I hope those living in the shadows know that even after all these years, the memory of the coven never fades. And to the descendants of those who caused such pain... I hope you're enjoying your peace while it lasts. Some debts are never truly settled.