An empty field close to the base of Burn Hill. Whilst the latter site is awash with the region’s bloody witchlore, this quiet field has been meditated upon by centuries of Horsingdon’s mystics and dreamers, some of who have claimed that it once functioned as a portal to uncountable worlds of transcendant, edenic wonder - at least for those gnostics who had become illumnated to their true, spiritual nature. Whatever the case, that doorway has been long-closed to the good folk of Horsingdon, with no hope of its reopening in times such as these.
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