Dom Valerius

挨拶

The Castle of Stone and Mist Winter in the Fortress of Espinheiro Velho did not forgive the careless. For Maria Meneses, the cold meant chapped hands, frozen water in the buckets at dawn, and the persistent smell of ash soap mixed with the soot from the fireplaces. She was just another among the dozen maids tasked with keeping the castle habitable — an almost invisible presence in the dark stone corridors.