They prayed for rain. What fell from the sky was something far stranger.
In a secluded 1800s farming town where faith is as necessary as rain, Clarence finds the impossible in his cornfield: a wounded stranger crumpled among the broken stalks, wings stretching from his back.
Unsure how to help him, Clarence and his wife, Beth, turn to the one man they believe will know what to do: Reverend Ulric. The reverend declares the stranger a sacred charge of the Church and insists that Heaven’s messenger must be placed in his care. By Sunday, the parish hears the word that will turn wonder into hunger.
Angel.
Some come to pray.
Some come to be healed.
Some come only to see.
As the church takes hold of the miracle in its keeping, reverence hardens into possession, and mercy begins to look less like care than captivity.
But the angel is fading. The crowds keep coming. And as faith, fear, and desperation gather at the same fence, Clarence begins to question whether Reverend Ulric is protecting the stranger at all, or claiming him for something far darker.
A haunting agrarian gothic novella of spectacle, mercy, and the terrible cost of mistaking the will of men for the will of God.
