"My child, my Lars... he is gone. Taken, from his bed. The only thing that we found was a scrap of black clothing. It feels like cotton, but it is softer... thicker.
Lars came into my bedroom yesterday, screaming at the top of his lungs that "The angel is outside!" I asked him what he was talking about, and he told me some nonsense fairy story about the tall one. He said he went into the groves by our village and found one of my cows' dead, hanging from a tree.
I thought nothing of it at first...But now, he is gone. We must find Lars, and my family must leave before we are killed. I am sorry, my son... I should have listened. May God forgive me..."
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the tall one
HorrorA scrap of cloth, A dead cow, and his missing child... these are only a few of the things that begin the story of a man driven mad by the sudden disappearance of his only son. A boy lured into vulnerability and taken, or even killed, forces Sebasti...
