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~The Countess in the Crimson Tower~
They said the stones of Čachtice Castle never warmed, even in summer.
High above the village, Countess Elizabeth Bathory walked her halls in silk and silence, her beauty untouched by time.
Servants whispered that mirrors trembled when she passed, and candles bent their flames toward her as if afraid to look away.
Below, the villagers counted their daughters.
One by one, women vanished beyond the iron gates, summoned to serve the noble widow. Their laughter faded into corridors where no sunlight reached. At night, strange cries slipped through the mountain mist, and the castle windows glowed red as embers.
The legend says Bathory feared age more than death. A single drop of blood on her hand convinced her that youth could be stolen, drank, bottled, and bathed in.
So she became a shadow dressed in velvet, hunting to feed her desire of immortality.