The Werewolf of the Campine
In the wide, mist-shrouded plains of the Campine, where the heather swayed in the autumn winds and narrow dirt paths wound between peat bogs and pine groves, the villagers lived in a mixture of superstition and hard-earned routine. Life here had always been a quiet rhythm of planting, tending livestock, and gathering wood for the long winters. Yet, for as
