A strange circular burn in a field near Horsingdon Hill.
The aftermath of an unspeakable rite dedicated to Those Who Wait by the guardians of the Black Bowers?
The remnants of a Pyramid of Fire, marking the carnal and shockingly loathsome celebrations of stunted and serpentine neolithic survivals which still lurk beneath the hills and barrows of Horsingdon?
The site of a Ministry conspiracy, the irradiated earth of which provides damning evidence or disclosure of visitation by some vessel or entity from one of the many terrible worlds that impinged upon our own?
Whatever the case, the indifferent Horsingdon landscape remains silent on the matter - as it has done with regard to so many of the many terrible secrets it has secured over ages.
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