The scent of lamb stew drifts through the halls of the Count’s estate. The woman selling it always wears a veil, her gaze sharper than a blade. The Count’s bewitching mistress begins having the same nightmare night after night, while the Count’s headaches arrive precisely when he should be angriest. No one suspects any connection to a forgotten cook who died a year ago. Until, late one night, a faint blue glow seeps from beneath a basement door. Someone is waiting for an answer—but what if the answer is far worse than silence?
