Grace Allerton would be downplaying her situation if she said she wasn’t happy. It had been a year and a half now that she’d spent in the custody of the dark magicians who called themselves the Magic Revivalists. During that time Grace had been locked in a cage, fed only bread and water, and repeatedly tortured by the masked leader of the Revivalists. The man had wanted information on wandlore that Grace didn’t even know. Now she found herself lying half dead in this dungeon, unsure how much longer she could hold on to her sanity.