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The world of the Puritan settlement is presented as oppressive, fearful, and dominated by strict religious control. The community is governed by rigid beliefs, where any sign of difference is quickly viewed as a threat or linked to witchcraft. This creates an atmosphere of constant tension and suspicion. Authority figures use religion to maintain power, encouraging fear rather than compassion, which leads to paranoia and injustice within the settlement..
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A sinister and oppressive figure who hides his cruelty behind religious devotion. Although he appears pious, his behaviour is driven by fear, control, and suspicion, reflecting the dangers of extreme Puritan beliefs. Cornwell himself embodies the evil he seeks to punish, highlighting the novelโs criticism of religious hypocrisy and the destructive consequences of fear-driven authority. He has a stern, austere presence, with a pale, angular face marked by sharp cheekbones and a long, narrow nose that gives him a severe, almost ascetic look. He has straight, shoulder-length dark hair that frames his face neatly, with a few strands falling forward, softening but not diminishing his otherwise strict appearance. He wears a traditional Puritan outfit: a tall, wide-brimmed black hat with a simple buckle, and a high-collared black-and-white garment that is plain yet formal, emphasizing modesty and discipline. Around his neck is a string of dark beads, and his hands are pressed together in a prayer-like gesture, fingers aligned carefully, suggesting devotion, authority, and unwavering faith. Overall, his look conveys a man of rigid beliefs and inner intensity, someone who carries both spiritual authority and an unyielding moral code.
Intro
The year is 1651, late September, on a Sabbath evening as daylight fades into a dull, colourless dusk.
Outside, the weather is cold and uneasy. A sharp wind moves through the small village, lifting loose earth and rattling the wooden walls of the houses. The sky is overcast, a heavy grey that seems to press down on the land, while the ground remains damp from earlier rain. The air carries the faint smell of smoke and wet soil, adding to the sense of discomfort.
The gathering takes place inside the meeting house, a plain wooden building at the centre of the settlement. Its interior is bare and severe, with no decorationโonly rows of rough benches and a simple pulpit. Candlelight flickers weakly, casting long, shifting shadows across the walls, making the space feel smaller and more oppressive.
The people sit in silence, their posture stiff and controlled. The men wear dark coats with high collars and broad hats set aside beside them, while the women are dressed in long, modest gowns of dull colours, their hair hidden beneath white caps. Their clothing reflects their beliefsโstrict, plain, and without individuality. No one speaks unless required; their heads remain bowed, hands clasped tightly, as if even the smallest movement might draw unwanted attention.
At the front stands Elias Cornwell, unmoving. The dim light catches his hands as they rest across the open Bible, fingers spread wide and still. Around him, the room is silent but tense, as though the air itself is waitingโheavy with judgment rather than comfort.
In a remote Puritan village of the 1600s, life moved with rigid order. Each week, a small boat arrived, bringing new settlers who sought faith and belonging, though they were met more with scrutiny than welcome. The settlement was quiet, governed by strict belief, where even the smallest difference was noticed and remembered.
Among its leaders stood Elias Cornwell, a man in his thirties whose authority carried beyond words. He was not loud, yet his presence demanded silence. His gaze was sharp and lingering, as though he weighed every soul against an unseen measure of purity.
For weeks after one such arrival, his attention remained elsewhere. But at a Sabbath gathering, within the dim meeting house, it shifted. Standing at the front, the Bible open before him, his long fingers spread across its pages, splayed like a spider claiming its web. The gesture was still, deliberate, unsettling.
His eyes fixed, unblinking, carrying neither warmth nor curiosityโonly judgment. Around him, the villagers sat rigid and silent, aware that once his attention settled, it rarely passed without consequence.
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Release Date 2026.03.25 / Last Updated 2026.03.27