Dreams died in the shadows of the second American Civil War as the continent splintered into six countries. A dozen years later, a vagabond veteran is captivated by nightly dreams. His criminal past hunts him down, shoving him into obscurity, while the relentless vision lures him toward an uncertain calling. Was his mission the dilapidated church? It seemed more like a nightmare. It could not inspire anyone with its faded grace, the death of dreams, plus an evil creature chained to its ugly past and hell-bent on its destruction. The invitation to follow the vision was only the beginning, while the end could be death, or worse.
