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             IInnkeeper Peter:                                  Mortician Edmund:
             These deaths are too much; we’ve lost our peace,   (while attending the body)
             We must find the killer for this to cease.         Innkeeper Peter.
             (The trial begins)
                                                                Tailor Eleanor:
             Sister Margret:                                    But who could do such a dreadful deed?
             (with conviction)                                  Didn’t  we  hang  the  murderer,  is  it  not  what  we
             The Devil himself shall hang by my will!           need?
             Hunter William:                                    Sister Margret:
             (with a fierce tone)                               We must have fallen for the devil’s game,
             I’ll avenge Thomas; the devil I’ll kill!           A soul was lost, and we bear the blame.
                                                                How will we cleanse ourselves from this shame?
             Magician Rose:
             Spare  me  the  speechless,  the  righteous  display,  Knight Alaric:
             We’re all bound to die at the end of the day.      Now’s not the time to ponder on the past,
                                                                Who  committed  this  crime,  who’s  the  killer  at
             Healer Agnes:                                      last?
             (with suspicion)
             Eliza loved Thomas, this much is true,             Healer Agnes:
             Was jealous Helen the killer who slew?             The other day, when I went to give Peter a cure,
                                                                I heard him arguing with Hunter William, that’s
             Innkeeper Peter:                                   for sure.
             Could it be so? They fought all the time,
             Could jealous drive this terrible crime?           Hunter William:
                                                                I always argue with him, it’s nothing new,
             Mortician Edmund:                                  Don’t make this seem like something I would do.
             And why was her necklace in Eliza’s hand?
             A clue left by fate, cruel and unplanned.          Mortician Edmund:
                                                                True, everyone knows Hunter’s tight with cash,
             Young Helen:                                       He fights with the Innkeeper to avoid paying the
             (with shock)                                       stash.
             W-what? No, this is a lie!
                                                                Healer Agnes:
             Knight Alaric:                                     But yesterday, he threatened to kill him, I heard
             (cutting Helen off, with sharp authority)          it clear,
             There’s no need for words, no need to try,         My own ears caught those words, full of fear.
             The evidence speaks: you cannot deny.
                                                                Hunter William:
             Young Helen:                                       None of this proves I took his life,
             (shouting desperately)                             You can’t blame me without any strife.
             No! I’m not guilty!
                                                                Mortician Edmund:
             Sister Margret:                                    (lifting an evidence)
             (coldly)                                           But  look  here,  Hunter’s  arrow  in  Innkeeper’s
             The guilty one is not you, my child,               chest,
             But the demon within, cruel and wild.              Is  this  just  a  coincidence,  or  is  this  curse  at  its
             (Young  Helen  looks  at  Sister  Margret  with  hope,  but  best?
             her hope is crushed as SisterMargret raises her hand in
             judgment.)                                         Knight Alaric:
                                                                (drawing his sword at Hunter William)
             Sister Margret:                                    Got anything to say now? You filthy wretch,
             The evil spirit that dwells in your heart,         Your  bloody  hands,  you  can’t  escape  from  this
             It is that demon from whom we must part.           stretch.
             (Young Helen is declared the devil and hanged.)
                                                                Hunter William:
             Act III: The Third Murder                          I-I..
              (This time, the body of Innkeeper Peter is found. Sister  The Villagers:
             Margret is reading divine messages once more.)     Hang him! Hang him!
                                                                This murder’s on Hunter, that’s the thing!
             Sister Margret:
             The God spoke, he said:                              (The  Hunter  William  is  hanged,  but  unrest  still
             Dark spells like shadows have fallen in this town,   lingers in the village.)
             The  power  behind  this  curse  still  hides,
             unknown,                                           Act Four: The Fourth Murder
             The devil’s knowledge lies within, these charms,
             all around.                                        (This time, chaos erupts in the village over the death of
                                                                Healer Agnes. Sister Margret stands by Agnes’s body,
             Magician Rose:                                     accusing the magician.)
             Cut your prophecies short, just tell, who’s dead?
             We need the facts, not tales unsaid.               Mortician Edmund:
                                                                Now the healer’s life is cruelly undone,
                                                                A wound unknown, inflicted by none.
                                                                What must we do to banish the devil’s curse,
                                                                Before this darkness claims us worse?


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