“the Post Office. It was here that Sophie had gone when she stumbled into Withered Hill a year ago, naked, adorned in earth and twigs and leaves and insects, shorn of memory.”
“Perhaps they are going to help her. The man pulls out a…mask? No, a pigs head. He puts it on top of his own head then pushes it down until it covers his face. Then they lift their right arm and point further along the road…”
— Oct 29, 2025 08:27AM
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