1610 .Knock. Knock. A petite little maid entered the room and peered through the crack into the dark room. She smelled moisture, there was an iron-laden scent in the air, and she tried not to think where the smell might be coming from. Her knees didn't stop shaking, however."Dorothea, what can I do for you, my girl," came a dangerously dark woman's voice from the shadows. She knew, of course, that it was the Countess who was in this room, but she was afraid of her. Nobody in the castle could tell the real story. But she kept thinking that girls would enter this room but never leave again. She had counted thirty-six women. Dorothea's suspicion became a firm belief when she looked at the floor and saw a dark liquid flowing in the joints. Little light came in through the barred window, but when the glow illuminated a trickle on the floor, she could see blood. So the rumors were true, but now she couldn't panic. Perhaps the countess let her go too. Then she would pack al
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