Redistributing Faces

They said Robin Hood stole from the rich and gave to the poor. That was the lie

that kept the village calm. At night, figures returned from the forest

wearing the faces of missing nobles—smiling too wide, voices just slightly wrong.

Gold arrived on doorsteps still warm with blood. The Sheriff discovered the truth too late:

Robin never took money. He took identity. In the depths of Sherwood,

the real rich were buried beneath the trees, hollowed and silent, while something

wearing Robin’s smile moved from house to house... Redistributing faces.