The Farm remains.
The property may be in legal limbo since the authorities cordoned the building off with yellow tape; the farm house may be a gutted ruin still smelling from the reek of petrol and woodsmoke; the neighbours nearby may be discomfited by the rumour of arson; but the Farm remains.
It is the deep of a summer's night. The earth is still radiating the last, lingering, heat of the day; the vegetation that still grows thickly around the property breathes silently; and the last of the summer flowers give fragrance to the heavy air. It is the flowers that nail it, of course - they are a lasting legacy of those who have gone before: Chris Wooding and Katya; Erwin and Dirge and Gunnar. The fallen Grove King's flower bed is awash with night flowers giving the blackened skeleton of the farmhouse a gothic splendour.
The Farm was burned down from within. That secret still lurks within its petrified and fire scorched walls.
Saber Sloth Alice Hart @Unlimited_Sink Robert Cross