Brunilda

San Arteixo de Montalvo is a village where the people lock their doors at nightfall and refuse to explain why. A pilgrim passing through cannot find a place to sleep and cannot shake the feeling that something is deeply wrong with the inhabitants—that their fear has hollowed them out somewhere. The line between faith and superstition, the pilgrim discovers, is thinner than doctrine suggests. The cold gets into the bones. The village gets into the mind. What was real in San Arteixo de Montalvo and what was only imagined there is a question the pilgrim still cannot answer.