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What?

What have I become?

I do not feel the pain I once did.

I cannot

I cannot swear the Lord's name.

And this hunger

this unspeakable hunger

I cannot resist it.

To tear

>>

>> flesh.

>>

>> What kind of monster

am I now?

Two days.

Two days in this village

and sleep feels like a gift.

A gift denied to me.

There is something here I do not yet

understand.

I came to serve these people

to tend to their sickness, to ease their

suffering.

But all I can say

is that I feel the suffering

in myself.

Now.

They feed me.

They keep me sheltered.

And still I lie awake

listening to a silence that feels wholly

unnatural.

These people are not living.

They are surviving.

Surviving beneath a fear I cannot yet

comprehend.

Not one soul here will meet my eye.

And I cannot help but wonder

what it is they are so afraid I might

see.

I've seen farmers cross themselves at a

black cat.

I have never seen a whole village hold

its breath.

Not like this.

Not for the turning of the light.

They shut even the doors of their own

church after daylight.

Against the faithful.

You show me great kindness, madam.

And yet

no one will say why your doors close

before the sun has set.

>> Kindness, doctor,

is not the same as welcome.

And some doors

are better left closed.

>>

>> I noticed the villagers no longer

flinched at the bell.

They simply obeyed it.

The way old men obey pain.

Without surprise.

Without question.

This morning the innkeeper came to me

with word of a woman

dead in the night.

Taken, she said, by some sickness.

I knew only that if I was to be of any

earthly use in this village

I must see the body myself.

Can be.

I have set the bones of men mauled by

wolves.

I have dressed the sores of plague.

But never

not once

a body so empty.

As if something had poured her out

like water

from a cup.

>> Tell me plainly.

What manner of thing did this to her?

>> Elias.

>> Say it again. What name did you give it?

>> N- No. N- No say two time.

He he come you say two time.

>> I was wrong.

This was no sickness.

Her murderer walks among us

in the shape of a man

or something that only wears the shape

of one.

I have seen nothing in medicine to

explain this.

There is no science

that will justify what I have seen.

>>

>> The sign.

>> Who is there?

>>

>> Reveal yourself

at once.

>> No sane man leaves his house at this

hour.

And yet,

that voice,

I must know its matter.

I am a man of science. I will

not let fear nest in my heart.

A castle

in the heart of this village.

Days pass here,

and still this place finds new ways to

unsettle me.

Something in that castle is calling me.

I want to leave.

And yet,

my body is not obeying my mind.

I was awaiting you, Doctor.

Sit.

You must be hungry.

I did not come here to dine, sir.

I came because

I could not stop my own feet.

Tell me why.

Sit,

and I will give you the answer.

Please

start with your dinner.

>> God in heaven, what is this?

WHAT MANNER OF DEVIL SET SUCH A TABLE?

>> Only a host, doctor.

Offering what I myself find

nourishing.

>> Why does my body no longer answer to me?

>>

>> Tell me.

>> Because there are things older than your

medicine.

Older even than your God.

Your science has no word for what walked

you here tonight.

And it will have no word

for what comes next.

>>

>> No.

Please.

No.