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“Take. Eat. This is my body.”
Dodavah was nineteen when his father said grace over the unspeakable, and he ate before he understood what was on the table.
He runs into a world already ended twice: once by Wormwood, a bomb named from Revelation, and once by the vanishing no government could explain. When walking should have killed him, the last green place on earth opens its gate.
They call it Noiz. The grass is real. The bread is warm. The wells are clean. Everyone inside followed a Voice across the waste to reach it, and now that Voice is saying his name.
It may be refuge. It may be a cult. Its prophet heals with his hands and weeps while doing it. His brightest disciple is sharpening something behind his back. And beyond the valley, a man with bread in one hand and a chain in the other is promising peace.
Dodavah survived his father’s table. Now he has to survive being loved.
The Road meets The Stand in post-apocalyptic religious horror.
