The Mercies

by Kiran Millwood Hargrave

she did, on Christmas Eve sixteen-seventeen, fly to the witches’ mountain of Ballvollen and there knot a cloth with five others, and set the storm that drowned forty men, her own husband among them—”

The lies and fantasy that are judge and jury, and cause murderous violence remind me of the current day, Qnon which has the possibility of being as much or more deadly