World Of Darkness
The scarecrow was still there, as if his eternal vigil of the fields was more relevant than the catastrophe that swept the town.
When he passed the scarecrow, he headed for the footbridge that spanned the mill canal. Between shadows that grew longer and longer, he crossed the town square where something burned and melted with the charred stump of a stake babbled and babbled blasphemous obscenities to himself, and approached the door of the priest's house, the old home. of the.
He slipped through the open door, climbed the ladder, and came upon a bed where someone was lying.