Chapter 2: Chapter 2 – Arrival

With a low grunt, the withered farmer landed on his knees. The wooden church boards creaked in response despite the prayer mat cushioning the fall.

The withered farmer looked to the candle-lit altar ahead of him as he rested his eyes on a pendant he had placed earlier. Written on the pendant were the words 'everlasting light' and the initials of himself and his late wife.

"Please, gracious divine, help this poor farmer."

Eyes closed, and calloused hands grabbed each other as the withered farmer bobbed his head in prayer.

The man repeated the phrase a few times before reopening his eyes towards the altar.

Unbeknownst to anyone, words formed above the altar nestled into the shape of a square box.

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