In Saint Michael’s Church, the entire village sat weeping — yet no one could have been prepared for what was about to unfold next.
The mournful hum of the village’s collective sorrow filled the air as the gathered crowd took their seats in the ancient St. Michael’s Church. The atmosphere was thick with grief, yet there was something else—an undercurrent of uncertainty, of questions that had been whispered in hushed voices over the past few days. Strange things had …