Kerfol 1916

Invited by a friend who claims the most romantic house in Brittany is about to be sold cheap, a solitary narrator sets out on an autumn afternoon to find Kerfol. Following vague directions across a heath, he discovers a long, vaulted avenue of gray‑trunked trees that seems to stretch forever, their intertwined branches forming a tunnel of dim light. The walk feels both deliberate and unsettling, as each step pulls him deeper into a landscape that feels timeless.

Reaching the fortified gate, he is confronted by slate roofs, a chapel belfry, and a moat choked with brambles, all looming like a silent monument to countless lives. The silence presses on him, making the simple act of lighting a cigarette feel absurdly ceremonial. He senses a hidden guardian and the promise of old tombs within the chapel, stirring both dread and curiosity about the memories the house keeps.