: The village authorities deliberately engineer situations that test or break an outsider's moral compass.
They were no longer a village of saints; they were a collection of humans. They had accepted the invitation, finding that the greatest "sin" wasn't doing wrong, but finally choosing for themselves.
For others, the invitation appears in waking life. A letter with no return address appears in the mail, written on parchment that feels ancient but bears your name in elegant, flowing script. The message is always the same: "You have been chosen. Mother Village welcomes you home. Come, and receive all you have ever desired."