The Festival

Summoned by the old faith of his fathers, a young man comes to snow-hung, sea-fogged Kingsport for a Yuletide rite kept once a century: led from a worm-gnawed house down beneath the white church to a green-litten cavern on an oily subterranean river, he watches the silent townsfolk mount trained hybrid winged things — and the Necronomicon he wakes to at St. Mary's hints his waxen-faced hosts were long dead.