*Lynn*

All of us, now clothed in cloaks and garments we had found along the way, walked through the silent halls, frozen faces peering up at us. The masks that the dead would forever wear were all that remained of Dryden’s army, or at least those who had chosen to stay.

The castle seemed to weep with its loss and, at the same time, rejoice at what it had gained. Things had changed. That much was evident as the dust and cobwebs seemed to melt away, leaving behind ...