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Rain falls in a steady drizzle that seems never to ease up over this strange chapel. Locals tell the tale of simple country folk that used to form its congregation, scores of people that disappeared into these waters decades ago without a trace, save for a tall pile of shoes abandoned at water's edge.

Out in the hinterlands of the marsh, this long abandoned ruin is crawling with strange, thick, snakelike roots that writhe around the structure like worms. An eerie sense of unease courses through you as you approach, and you're filled with the inescapable sense of being watched from reeds, brush, or from the water itself. Whatever was once worshipped here has been replaced with something much more sinister, and the prickling sensation on the back of your neck causes you to question just what happened to that congregation of old, or indeed, to dread finding out for yourself.

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