From publisher blurb:
The ghost town of Urtol, little more than a collection of village streets and tumbledown ruins, has long stood in this location.
Nobody lives here and none who dwell in this land remember a time when the town was inhabited. The sagging rooftops have become home to crows and ravens whose cries are solemn and cruel; the broken cobbles have long fallen into disrepair; and everywhere a grey mist carries rumour of ill hope and despair.
Urtol, they say, is a cursed place of death and pain. Few in their right mind ever venture there except by chance.
In the middle of the town stands an old wishing well named Gravesdown Bore. Here, local tale weavers tell, lies the source of Urtol's miserable past. For it is from this well that the Troll-kind emerged in their multitude to bring doom upon the simple folk of Urtol.
