One for Sorrow, Two for Mirth.

In a forgotten corner of 18th-century Russia, where endless forests swallow the land and mist clings like specters of the unburied, a lone widow keeps to the quiet of her village. Miroslava Borovkova, bound more by obligation than will, tends a modest inn at the crossroads of nowhere-a place where travelers arrive only to vanish, where footsteps fade as quickly as they come.

But on a storm-wracked night, the wind delivers a stranger to her door-a man half-dead, draped in blood, silence, and. . . silk?