Above is one of the oldest and most elaborate of the Black Bowers to be found in Horsingdon Wood, marking the route to the grove where, in the 1700s, the Horsingdon coven met to conduct nameless rites before the stone idol in the form of an anthropomorphic three-eyed goat.
Evey decade or so, this particular Black Bower is rebuilt anew - although no one knows by whom; regardless, it is always the case that one piece of the preceding structure is resused in the building of the new, so that a continuity of sorts is retained with the Old Times. Thus those temporal disjunctures which a coarse modernity seeks to induce are buffered by a simple barrier of wood - bolstered by the weight of memory of a time when the woods echoed with words of power spoken in a monstrous language, and when the frightful names of Those Who Wait were shouted freely into the endless dark of the night sky.
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