The Shepherd of Silence: The Doomsday Cult

The forest had long since stopped appearing on maps. Locals avoided it, pilots were told to reroute above it, and satellite passes over the region returned nothing but dense, impenetrable canopy. Hidden deep within that private wilderness stood the compound—an ugly sprawl of barricades, watchtowers, and crude buildings stitched together like a scar on the land. To his followers, it was sanctuary. To the outside world, it was a blind spot. To Bill, it was the birthplace of the end.

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