The village was not large, its dilapidated houses scattered in an orderly fashion.
The entire place was abnormally quiet, devoid even of barking dogs or chirping insects, casting a heavy, chilling gloom beneath the gray sky.
A sharp, biting autumn wind swept past, whipping up fallen leaves and dust in swirling eddies. A bizarre, oppressive aura hung heavy in the air, stirring a deep sense of unease.
Chapter 25