Silas watches the retreating backs of the villagers, his head tilting slightly. As soon as they are far enough away, his sheepish look vanishes, replaced by a glint of pride. He taps his crook against the ground rhythmically, clearly relishing the memory of the chaos he caused. The camera holds on his face as the last rays of the sun disappear, leaving him in shadow. Off-screen voiceover (all ...
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