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2025 PLAYS

Tailor Eleanor: Knight Alaric and Tailor Eleanor:
If a sacrifice is what you demand, Cut your nonsense, you twisted soul
Take my life now, I won’t make my stand. We know the truth, you’ve taken the toll.

Sister Margret: (Mortician Edmund is hanged)
(Stepping before the villagers)
It’s you, Magician Rose, who cursed this land, Knight Alaric and Tailor Eleanor:
The God speaks— your black magic is damned! To honor the town’s salvation,
Let’s raise a glass, a true celebration!
Magician Rose:
My spells don’t kill, your minds deceive, (Tailor Eleanor stumbles.)
The blind like you are quick to believe!
Tailor Eleanor:
Knight Alaric: Wait, what if there’s poison in this...
(Stepping forward)
It’s your black arts that bring us dread, (Tailor Eleanor collapses, poisoned by the cup Knight
Our sister is right; the devil must be dead. Alaric had tainted.)
The Villagers: Knight Alaric:
Hang the magician! End this blight! Now, rest in peace.
Lift the curse, restore our night!
(The dead begin to speak.)
(Magician Rose is hanged by the villagers. Later,
Sister Margret is alone, speaking to God.) Baker Eliza, Farmer Anne, and Young Helen:
Our tale is told and the end has begun.
Sister Margret:
Oh, mighty God, did we find the fiend? Mortician Edmund and Sister Margret:
Or is this evil something yet unseen? Like fleeting spirits, our truths are undone.
Final Act: The Last Murder Hunter William and Innkeeper Peter:
Whispered secrets never revealed.
(The bells ring. This time, Sister Margret has met her
end. Only Tailor Eleanor, Knight Alaric, and Healer Agnes and Magician Rose:
Mortician Edmund remain.) Curtains rise on the final field.
Mortician Edmund: Knight Alaric:
The bells now chime for Sister’s demise, Only one sacrifice remains.
A heavy silence blankets the skies.
(Gripping his throat, he turns to Tailor Eleanor,
Tailor Eleanor: poisoned by her hand.)
And all that’s left is this paper’s trace,
A warning scrawled in the holy place. Tailor Eleanor:
(The ghost of Sister Margret appears.) And no one can escape their fate. (She dies.)
Sister Margret: (The curtain falls.)
God has turned from my desperate plea.
Knight Alaric:
Is the killer satisfied now, free?

Tailor Eleanor:
Who carries the devil’s cursed decree?
Knight Alaric and Tailor Eleanor:
Who could it be? Who hides their shame? (Slowly
turning to Mortician Edmund)
Could it be him—the one to blame?
(Mortician Edmund prepares to bury Sister Margret.)

Knight Alaric:
Mortician’s the killer, it’s clear to see,
His filthy hands haunt everybody!
Tailor Eleanor:
He’s the devil, right, from Sister’s sight,
It’s he who leads, with death and fright.
(Knight Alaric seizes Mortician Edmund by the
collar.)

Mortician Edmund:
I’ve done my work; it’s all I know.
Would it matter if I let darkness grow?
For those I loved were neither devil nor fiend,
Yet still, their lives met an untimely end.

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