THELEGOMack

This was originally written back in January of 2017. I moved on to draft 3 of this story earlier than expected after a leap in characterization and world-building, so I dropped this second draft partway in. But that's no reason to leave 5K words on my hard drive without so much as a second thought. Note that I have not gone back into the previous chapter to match this one (such as the misspelling of Mariama's name as "Maraima" and the shift from daytime to nighttime). If there is enough interest taken in Crescent (which I do not anticipate, since fan fiction like my Hotline Miami content sells better than original fiction online) then I may p

 The village square was bustling despite the cold of the morning. Jeremiah walked the cobblestone pathways alone, looking over a multitude of smiths, butchers, and their wives as he waded through the congregation that had been released from the worship house. He looked up to spot the triangular stone spire against the overcast sky, each side once carved with a god’s visage but weathered down to resemble nothing more than the vague likeness of a human face. Jeremiah looked back into the crowd to spot the first familiar face, wrinkled and contemptable and as cold as the slush at his feet when their eyes met. “Father Edwin. Was Evel