[center][h3]Isaac Lynch[/h3]
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Father Lynch emerged from the front doors of the church. He had just finished his letter and was now heading to the mailbox to post it. He enjoyed the morning hours when there still shone some sunlight on this otherwise so grim town. It was not only the eternal shadow of the mountain that they lived under. It was also in the atmosphere. Though many people where christians, it was as if the heathen spirits that dwelled here eons ago, never really left this place. As servant of the lord, he could sense these things. But with the awareness also came the responsibility. It was his holy duty, to rid this town once and for all, from the shadow that was cast, by evil spirits of the past. With the light of the lord, he would clense this place and it's people. 
The last mayor had considered his ideas lunatic. But now with the new mayor, he was going to take it on all differently. He had his plans all worked out. And once he would get the chance to talk to her, he would make her see the things for how they were. With her help, he would finally be able to fullfill this dream that he had since he was appointed this church in this town, ten years ago. 
For he, Father Lynch, was the shepherd of these people -these sheep, that needed guidance. And protection from the ever pressing presence of the wolf. The Darkness that these ungratefull inhabitants were so unaware of. 

There was actual lore on this. Ancient tales, that many discarded as child's stories. some parts of the town were older than most people knew. The Library had very old books. The church was build on ruins of a mysterious building that he still didn't know the purpose for. And the mines had been abandoned for longer than anyone's grandparents remembered. 

And HE knew. HE was going to figure out why. HE saw the hidden patterns in what people might call bad luck. HE was going to end this. HE, not the Lord.. but Father Lynch. 
But ofcourse he was going to need some help. 

When the letter slipped into the mailbox, father lynch snapped out of his daydream, before starting his way back to the church.