Dark Waters of Freeport
Hanging above the pitted and rusting iron doors is a crudely painted wooden sign that announces the building as the “Hall of the Gods.” A riot of multicolor-robed men and women gather on the steps, debating the finer points of their respective faiths, chatting about their latest revelations, or flailing about in the throes of some otherworldly entity. Many hand out cheap pamphlets that explain the tenets of their beliefs, while others call out blessings, promises of salvation, or whatever else they can think of. There’s little evidence remaining of the temple’s original purpose. The new priests have stolen or defaced the old icons, incorporating them into their religion to serve as holy relics and oddities that somehow prove the truth of their message. Even the inscriptions and holy symbols that once decorated the walls have all but vanished, cemented or painted over to make the place a house of all gods rather than just one.