That the house was haunted, he ruled out immediately. Balderdash. Stewed a bit in the kitchen of his mind, spiced up a bit with the ordinary eeriness of life, it would nonetheless make good food for a hungry story.
The setting was already perfect. Actual moors, isolated homes, fog at night, and a small town nearby decorated with a sufficiently strange and motley set of personalities. Asher preferred to think of the minds of unusual people as ‘ornate’. From that standpoint, the townsfolk were positively baroque. [read this story at MYTHOLOG]
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