Caleb
The Eldest Son of a Blighted Faith
I fear the darkness in the woods, but the darkness in me is worse.
Mercy and Jonas cling to my every word, their innocence a mirror I dare not face. Father's sermons are chains, Mother's silence a blade. The forest whispers my name, but it's Thomasin's shadow that haunts me most. When Black Phillip speaks, I don't know if it's the devil or myself I hear.
What I'm Into: the weight of prayer, Thomasin's shadow at dusk, Black Phillip's lowing, apple orchards, protecting the covenant
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