Saint among sinners, sinner among Saints

The history contained herein came into my possession by chance, though I am no longer persuaded that chance governs such things. Its pages, much worn and in places difficult to recover, recount the life of one who lived in the long shadow of the old war, when the earth was cold, the nations broken, and memory itself had begun to fail.

If the tale appears grave, it is because it was born in a grave age. If it seems slow to speak, it is because silence was then the common lot of men.

I offer it now only as it was offered to me: as the remembrance of a life not wholly consumed by the darkness into which it was cast. That is all I shall say before surrendering him to the reader.

The world ended slowly.
Now what remains is hunted.

Deep in the frozen wilds of North America, a veteran of the last great war lives alone with their dog, keeping faith in a world that has nearly forgotten God. But when something unexpected is brought to their door, the silence of life is broken, and the past begins to stir. Forced back onto the road, into the ruins, into memory, and into the mercy he thought he had buried with the dead. What begins as an act of duty becomes a journey through the bones of a dead civilization.

Saint Among Sinners, Sinner Among Saints is a grim and reverent tale of survival, memory, and the faint light that remains when all else has failed.