The castle of Duskfall loomed over the valley like a corpse that refused to decay. Its towers were broken, its windows blind, and yet, within, a strange light sometimes flickered as if the dead still walked its halls. Sir Eryndor returned there after years of war, seeking the promise he had once made—to marry his beloved Alenya when peace was won. But the gates creaked open to nothing but silence. Dust lay heavy on the banquet hall, and the air reeked of stone and rot. In the great chamber he fo