The Folding of the Flesh
Act I: The Setup In the year of our Lord 1348, the village of Oakhaven was a place of prayer and terror. The Great Dying had arrived, not as a disease of the blood, but as a sickness of the space. Father Thomas, a man whose faith was as rigid as the stone walls of his cathedral, watched as the horizon began to buckle. It started with the trees—they didn't fall, they simply bent at impossible...
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