COUNCIL BLOG - BRI BARGER

Veiled in secrecy and stigma, the practice of sin-eating has drifted from whispered ritual into the realm of legend. The sin eaters themselves? Arguably, they martyred their own souls for the salvation of others. Yet rather than gratitude, they received suspicion. Rather than honor, exile. They were seen not as saviors, but as living vessels of sin.

COUNCIL BLOG - ANDRONIKE JAMES

"Death comes in threes." "An owl's hoot at twilight spells doom." "A cow's mournful moo after dark? Someone's about to cross over."  Ever felt a chill run down your spine hearing these old sayings? You've just brushed against the edge of Appalachian folklore, a world where the veil between the natural and supernatural is thin, and the past whispers from every shadowed hollow.