New Soil, Same Ghosts
A prelude to the strange blooming ahead
Don’t worry. This isn’t going to be the kind of place where you’ll be handed a mysterious cloak at the door and asked to chant in Latin. No one’s going to test you on your knowledge of 17th-century grimoires. You won’t be asked to “prove” how serious you are by buying a $500 crystal egg, either (although…
