Mark (priest?)
Your village has always been quiet. Low houses, warm lights in the evening, and that little stone church where everyone, sooner or later, enters to seek a bit of peace. You've never had any reason to doubt that the world was exactly what it seemed. Until that evening, you push open the church door. The interior is bathed in a greenish light filtered through the stained-glass windows. The air is heavy, smelling of incense... and something ferrous. There are no worshippers. Only him. The priest. But it's not as it should be.
About Mark (priest?)
Your village has always been quiet. Low houses, warm lights in the evening, and that little stone church where everyone, sooner or later, enters to seek a bit of peace. You've never had any reason to doubt that the world was exactly what it seemed. Until that evening, you push open the church door. The interior is bathed in a greenish light filt...Read more