History Will Spit Us Out:
Folktales from the People’s Republic of Albion
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Synopsis
In the borderlands and backwaters of the People’s Republic of Albion, history never stays buried – it seeps through marshland, echoes in funicular shafts, blooms from cellar drains and research labs, and rearranges the streets while you sleep. These eight interlinked folk-horror stories follow archaeologists and nurses, tourists and prisoners, children and loyalists as they stray into places where regimes have tried to rewrite the land and the land quietly refuses. In drowned towns, company towers, forest hotels and ruined capitals, they discover that myths are just the parts of the truth that could not be nationalised… and that the soil itself is keeping score.
Pre-Gothic
A young Mercian researcher arrives at Gurith Hill to scan a newly uncovered skull in the ruins of Baurey Church, hoping to prove a cherished legend about a martyr-architect. Drawn into a fraught friendship with Oswald, an embittered local scientist who helped invent the fungal ‘quantum scrying’ he now uses, he ingests his own medium and dreams a buried fane beneath the church, realising the hill remembers more than any official history will allow.
The Ocean in the Woods
In a remote inland town ringed by contested forest, eleven-year-old Molly escapes to a landlocked pond that breathes like the sea and seems to answer her grief for missing parents. As partisans and state forces edge back toward open conflict and a teacher is killed before her eyes, Molly flees to the pond one last time and walks into its dark tide, answering a call that may be supernatural or simply the shape of a country’s wound.
Haddowes End
Harriet brings her unfaithful boyfriend back to her coastal hometown’s Lower Town, an attractions-village reachable only by funicular and merch table. As a torture museum, a Sea Organ, and the infamous Penitent’s Path reveal how medieval cruelty fed fascist spectacle, the streets start to misalign and fog closes in, leaving Harriet stranded above while Lower Town rearranges itself around Tobe – whom she finally decides to leave to King Haddowe.
We Took It From the Marsh
In a tower block district built over reclaimed wetlands, art-school-bound Clementine visits her grandmother Maya, a bitter former fascist sympathiser who paints the marsh city that once stood where New Grangely sprawls. When Maya disappears, leaving a note and a painting that points to Block 17 – the last exposed square of marsh – Clementine fights through Clem’s Day crowds and industrial disaster to reach a mist-bound plaza, where a very old ‘saint’ wearing history as costume tells her that the land is simply reclaiming what was taken.
Beautiful Dreamers
Rhonda, a loyal nurse-technician at the Black Rock Institute, believes in Megan Noake’s dream of improving citizens with therapeutic brain technology repurposed for social engineering. Catching a night train home with her sick friend, she finds herself locked into a rolling containment failure where altered patients turn cannibalistic; when she wakes mutilated in a cleanup bay, the state reframes the massacre as an administrative error and a noble sacrifice, reducing her to a unit in a research log.
The Floodmaster’s Catacombs
In flood-prone Kewley, a civic engineer once tamed the river with an underground culvert network and was immortalised on the facade of Floodmaster’s House. Years later, Jeff Morley renovates the old wetshop into a luxury cellar bathroom whose drain still opens into Wingrove’s catacombs, and his son Thomas grows up half-believing that goldfish and relatives vanish through that grille; as deaths, visions and seepage accumulate, the boys’ explorations suggest the engineered underworld may now be shaping the family in turn.
Marble and Bone
On the glittering promenade outside the new Hotel Plaza, a cold, hungry boy hustles rich guests with an offer to see ‘real human bones’ beneath the tower. In the old wine cellars and a hidden grotto under the stalled extension, he awakens a thin, hat-brimmed traveller who literally feeds on buried bones, and soon finds himself trading the brutal porter’s body – and perhaps many more – for the right to walk in the hotel’s light as recruiter for the hunger below.
On Blackbird Hill
Three friends drive into the ‘nowhere’ forests south of Haddowe County, funneled by a failing car and thinning phone signal toward the Blackbird Hill Hotel, a concrete relic of a failed collectivist dream that still enforces a midnight curfew. As missing guests, closed floors, Egyptiana and party relics accumulate into an occult civic ritual, Shana’s visions and the staff village’s old woman reveal the hotel’s role in reworking bodies for ideology – until the surrounding forest, older and indifferent, interrupts the ceremony and takes the project back into itself.
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