Alexandru moved in the shadows of the room. Accustomed to the night, he had no problem seeing in the dim lighting. Across the room, his father moved with the same ease and grace. The soft sound of crying drew both of them to the room in the back.
Stepping into the room, he glanced around. The walls were almost black from the soot of the hundreds of candles burning. Rows of them were lined up in tiers five rows deep and a hundred long. Several ancient symbols were carved into the plaster. The soot had settled in the deeper recesses and made the symbols look almost like they had been painted on the walls.
A soft whimper pulled his attention to where Dru was tied to a chair. Beneath each arm of the chair was a small wooden bucket. The arms had grooves cut into them and Alexandru could smell
