The bricked up doors and windows of a Horsingdon outbuilding may hide an aggregate of secrets; there is, however, a recurrent narrative thread which winds through the local folklore clustering about such sealed premises: a hidden genealogical history linked to the witchlore of the region; a resultant family calamity by way of a blighted birth; then, later, the unexplained disappearances; finally the need to inter something brought into this world (and of questionsble parentage) which should not be - something which, by necessity, must be locked away and forever hidden from sight.
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