Welcome to Ferenbrooke

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Ferenbrooke is an odd place. It's nestled in the East of England, surrounded by fens and woods and noisy things that dwell within the dark and damp landscape. The town and its surrounding villages are host to strange customs and whispered stories, half-forgotten conspiracies and broken bargains. There are no maps for the streets are restless. You'll reach your destination regardless. It might not be where you were planning to go, but it's your destination all the same.

If Ferenbrooke is where you're meant to be, you'll find a place here. Nestled warmly among the most recent denizens of the Stone Street Cemetery perhaps, or sipping a G&T in a bar without a name while you try not to make eye contact with the pale man sat next to you.

Take your time, look around. There's plenty to see provided you don't let your gaze linger in the wrong places.

But first, a word of caution. This site is written for mature readers and will contain horror and violence and bad language. Content warnings for specific stories are supplied on a best-effort basis. Shoot me an email if you feel I've missed something and I'll correct it as soon as possible.

That said, please do explore. There's an RSS feed if you want to be kept updated (and are the kind of nerd like me who still uses RSS feeds).

Happy reading.

--Antony Frost

(P.S. if you'd like to get into touch, you can send me an email at ferenbrooke@mailbox.org for matters relating to this capsule.)