Jake wondered when the world had become so quiet. If he really thought about it, it might have been the moment he had stepped into the home of the man whose body he was in.
The Ragvindr Manor was laced in the smell of unfamiliar things; unknown people bustled around the halls and passageways at all hours of the day from the east wing to the west. They carried baskets of clothes, trays of food and parchments of papers coming in and going out of the manor.
It was only at night, Jake had found, when the moon was highest in the sky did the world seemed quiet enough to venture into.
“Kitchens on the third floor, just above the basement," Jake recited the layout of the manor to himself as he tried to make his way through it, “the gardens are best accessible through the kitchen doors but the
