The light in the farmhouse was dim. Milana Cooper could not read her journal. She reached under the sink cabinet for her oil lamp. With a brighter light, she dipped her pen into the ink. Then with no hesitation, she began her adventure.
"Life in Salem couldn't be worse. My friend Sarah's trial starts tomorrow. They are going to hang her or burn her, for sure. She's innocent. I'm going to use my powers to help her. There's a sudden knock at the door and it's the townspeople. They want me to confess. Then I wake grasping for breath. I am so frightened I begin to think of ways to escape. I put on my dark cloath and left, traveling to New York. I am staying here."
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