At his granddaughter’s funeral, the old man sensed something was amiss. When he opened the coffin, what he saw chilled him to the bone.
In a secluded village, cradled by ancient, twisted oaks and winding cobblestone alleys that bore the weight of centuries, fate struck with brutal suddenness one cold and unforgiving spring morning. Little Alina, the cherished granddaughter of Stefan, was declared dead—her bright laughter snuffed out by an illness so swift and cruel that it left the …