The Witte Wieven (The White Women): A Dutch Folktale of Mists and Memory
Long before church bells rang across the lowlands of the Netherlands, before villages were neatly bordered by roads and canals, the land itself was believed to breathe. The hills, the drifting mists, and the ancient burial mounds were not empty places, but thresholds, points where the world of the living brushed against something far older and unseen. It was in
