The Shroud of Glamis

The wind keened through the turrets of Glamis Castle, a mournful cry lost to the endless Scottish night. Beneath its ancient stones, time moved strangely—centuries pressed close, whispering secrets into the damp corridors where shadows stretched and shivered. Legends clung to these walls like ivy, but none so enduring as the Grey Lady, a mother wrenched from her child, her spirit bound in sorrow. Many had sought the truth of her fate, but the castle guarded its mysteries well. And now, in the dying embers of the year 2025, another had come. She did not believe in ghosts. Not yet!