PrologueSpoken by a Chorus, dimly lit, as the stage remains dark except for a faint glow of ribbons drifting down.ChorusIn Salem’s soil lies more than bones.Here sleeps Goodman Brown — or so men say.Yet though his coffin closed, his shadow did not.For suspicion, once planted, roots deep.It twines through prayer, through hearth, through cradle,Until the village … [Read more...] about After Goodman Brown: Salem’s Curse of Suspicion