The Priestess stands at the door of her church and looks out at the frozen wasteland. Something evil is coming.
The things that prowl the barren fields will not come near holy ground, but the church, rebuilt from the ruins, is made to withstand more human dangers. She reaches for a spiked timber and remembers first awakening to the call, before the end of the world.
If she had worked harder, could she have prevented all this?
She locks the defenses into place reminds herself that regrets are wasted energy. Raiders are coming, and they must prepare for a siege.

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