What follows is not a story of evil arriving from outside – a stranger in the night, a threat from beyond the town. limits. Rather, it is an account of corruption that has already taken root, of complicity that wears a familiar face, of the terrible price that conformity can exact. It is about how a community protects itself, and whom it is willing to sacrifice in the process. I have written this because some stories demand to be told, even – or perhaps especially – when they make us uncomfortable. This is one of those stories
