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‭The Forbidden Diary - by Sinyi Huang (_xrww) Year 7‬

‭ he dim glow of a single candle flickered over the polished surface of my father’s study, casting‬
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‭long, shivering shadows against the walls. The room was heavy with the scent of old parchment‬
‭and the tang of ink, mingling with the subtle hint of cedar from the desk. My hands trembled as I‬
‭wiped away the dust from the desk's hidden compartment, my curiosity piqued by the discovery‬
‭of the locked diary.‬

‭ he diary was bound in leather, its surface worn and cracked, and it was secured with a brass‬
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‭lock that had seen better days. Alongside it lay a set of rusty keys. Their metal was tarnished‬
‭and their edges were jagged from age. With a mixture of apprehension and determination, I‬
‭chose a key and inserted it into the lock. The diary clicked open, revealing pages filled with my‬
‭father's meticulous script.‬

‭ he entries were written with a trembling hand, starkly contrasting the authoritative penmanship‬
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‭I was accustomed to seeing in his courtroom notes. The words painted a portrait of a man‬
‭tormented by his conscience. He described the growing unrest in Salem and doubted the‬
‭validity of the evidence used to condemn the accused. He spoke of the mounting pressure from‬
‭his peers and the fear of public disgrace if he challenged the prevailing hysteria.‬

‭ s I read through the diary, my heart pounded with a mix of fear and guilt. My father was not the‬
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‭staunch, unyielding figure I had always seen him as. He was a man enmeshed in a web of‬
‭moral conflict, trying desperately to reconcile his doubts with the expectations of his role in the‬
‭trials. The realisation was both shocking and heartbreaking.‬

I‭ was faced with an immediate and intense internal conflict. Should I confront my father, risking‬
‭his wrath and potentially tearing our family apart? Or should I expose the contents of the diary, a‬
‭move that could ruin him and disrupt the fragile balance of Salem's society? Keeping the secret‬
‭seemed like an option, but it was a dangerous choice that would leave me complicit in the‬
‭ongoing injustice.‬

‭ he fear of persecution in a town rife with suspicion made every decision fraught with peril.‬
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‭Confronting my father might force him to abandon his role, but it could also bring forth a new‬
‭wave of retribution from those who fervently believed in the trials. If I exposed the diary, I risked‬
‭being accused of treason or witchcraft myself, as anyone opposing the trials was considered‬
‭suspect. And if I kept the secret, I would be living in the shadow of my father’s hypocrisy,‬
‭knowing that I had the power to stop the injustices but chose to remain silent.‬

I‭n the end, I chose a path of cautious action. I approached my father when he was alone, gently‬
‭hinting at the emotional strain I perceived in his recent decisions. His face, usually so stern and‬
‭unyielding, softened as he looked at me with a mix of surprise and resignation. I did not reveal‬
‭the diary but offered my support, hoping to encourage him to seek change from within his‬
‭conscience rather than through overt confrontation.‬
‭ he following days were tense. I watched my father's demeanour grow more strained, and his‬
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‭internal battle became more evident. There were moments when he hesitated, and the weight of‬
‭his decisions seemed to press heavily upon him. Although I did not expose the diary or confront‬
‭him directly, the subtle shifts in his behaviour did not go unnoticed by those around him.‬

‭ he trials continued, but seeds of doubt were sown. The diary remained hidden, a silent witness‬
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‭to the turmoil within our home and the broader conflict engulfing Salem. My choice to protect my‬
‭father’s secret while subtly encouraging him to find a path of redemption had consequences that‬
‭rippled through our lives. It served as a reminder of the complex interplay between family loyalty‬
‭and moral courage in a time of widespread injustice.‬

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