Predmotte, Leper Colony

Heard before seen, voices call out 'lepers here' from the soft rush that lines an archipelago of hummocks here in the Swell. Faint outlines of canvas tenting link horizontally through the highest marsh grasses, and the piney scent of burning copal hangs in the windless watery tract.

Deeper:
Predmotte is a lepers' grove. [3d6 * 4] of the poor, diseased souls inhabit a series of land lumps that form up from the surrounding swamp, supplies dispensed via poling boats from shack to shack, each made of hard-won, thin-cracked timber.
Leprosy is a disease of the half-consumed. While the cast is commonly condemned as lackeys or byproducts of the aristocratic Clinchin Fold, in truth, with rare exception, Predmotte's inhabitants are here because of the Blue Monk, a nameless member of the Apostate Host.
The monk works his own circular raft in a soiled but ample garment of blue, tightened at the waist by a snake cincture. The monk is one of eleven survivors of his monastery [C-40] where the blue sickness came.
He is the only one who has returned to this site of healing and gives daily thanks. Hung from an ash tree, a bell suspended near the apex is rung, and those within audible radius of its tone have the sense of being washed in a salty brine. Any fresh corpse (< 2 days or preserved appropriately) in the same area of effect is wrung of its spirit, which is whisked into the bell's clapper.
The spirit of any other corpse within the Swell that is not treated similarly is taken by devils, a visible, insubstantial, and torturous kidnapping for any who bear witness.
The Blue Monk spreads this salvation throughout the water-logged region via rumor, but makes no claims to knowing the bell's origin, nor the devils'. She spends the few remaining hours she has at at work on a painting of penitents entering salvation and sinners entering hell, both similarly dismayed.
The lepers themselves are in various states of decay, and while the bell does not cure them as it did the monk, it provides them some degree of peace. Most were pushed out of more distant towns and cities, and came stumbling here at the back-end of a boot.