Greta had always loved the fog--the soft gray mist that rolled in from
the sea and drifted over the village. The fog seemed to have a secret to
tell her. Then one day when Greta was walking in the woods and the mist
was closing in, she saw the dark outline of a stone house against the
spruce trees--a house where only an old cellar hole should have been.
Another time, Greta saw a surrey come by, carrying a lady dressed in
plum-colored silk. The woman beckoned for Greta to join her, and soon
Greta found herself launched on an adventure that would take her back to
a past that existed only through the magic of the fog.