"There are manuscripts which ought never to have been transcribed, and others which ought never to have been read aloud — this volume is both."

Issue XIII  ·  Autumn  ·  Found in the estate of H. Morrow, deceased

Folk Horror

The Well at Halverson Farm

E. Voss  ·  11 min

Nobody spoke of the well after the Halverson girl came back from it wrong. The farm sat at the margin of the treeline where the county road dissolved into chalk-pale gravel, and her father had sealed the stone mouth with a door of green oak that warped over the summers until the gap at the bottom was just wide enough, it was said, for a sound to escape. At the harvest festival that year, she danced with her eyes closed and her feet remembered something the rest of her had apparently decided to forget.

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Weird Fiction

The Cartographer of Vanishing Rooms

M. Aldecott  ·  18 min

After the third revision, the map began drawing rooms that had not existed when she started. Cellar annexes. A corridor behind the butler's pantry that looped back, cartographically speaking, to a point already occupied by the conservatory. She sent the unfinished draft to the client and received no reply for eleven days, then a letter in unfamiliar ink that read only: you have missed one, written in her own handwriting.

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Gothic

What the Taxidermist Kept for Herself

R. Fleuris  ·  9 min

The estate sale catalogue listed everything except the object on the second shelf of her workroom, which the solicitor described as a personal effect and declined to photograph. Those who attended the viewing reported it differently each time they were asked: a small animal, perhaps; or a collection of eyes pressed under glass; or simply a jar containing something that moved when you moved, and was still when you stood still, and watched the door after you had gone.

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Cosmic Horror

Longitude of the Absent Shore

T. Haverlock  ·  24 min

The navigator's last entry was dated three weeks before the ship was found — a detail the maritime board found impossible, since the entry described weather conditions that matched the recovery site precisely, including the particular green quality of the light that the coast guard who found her would later describe to his wife and no one else. The ship's compass had been removed and its mounting plate filled with wax, into which someone had pressed many small teeth.

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