The Madness
The Madness
It began with a whisper.
No one in the town of Eldenwood could say exactly when the madness started. At first, it was small—barely noticeable. A man forgot his own name in the middle of a conversation. A woman walked into the market barefoot, clutching a broom like a child. People chuckled, brushed it off. “It’s the heat,” they said. “Too much sun this year.”
