Borders and boundaries operate according to fuzzy, uncertain logics. It is a dangerous business building at such places, incurring as it does certain debts and obligations to the landscape - and the powers which lurk therein - which are not easily fulfilled. Such was the fate of Whitton Green, a small hamlet built at the foot of Horsingdon Hill in 1751. Blighted by witchcraft, Whitton Green was soon reclaimed by the powers of the Hill; now all that remains are some old stone steps leading nowhere.
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