It's the early stages of the Age of Enlightenment in the English countryside. A certain blue-blooded offspring happens to make an acquaintance with a mysterious landlord of exotic origins. Only to get plunged into the world unseen. The realm that has existed alongside our own since time immemorial.

Can the lost and confused youngster stand firm, extricated from the previous life, oh, so abruptly? Remoulded into a shape unknown and unnatural. Striving to find a sense of meaning, a semblance of purpose in this tempestuous era.

Only time and possibly ceaseless existential musings will tell.

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