symbaroum alberetor the haunted wasteThe aching spine, the knees stiff and tender. For more than two decades Old Aldaro had known what was responsible for the pains: sometimes the heavy drinking of his daughter in law; sometimes the greed of his landlord; most often the inevitable decay of his body. But now Was it that the civil war had called his son into service? Perhaps he could blame it on the still unopposed rumor that Queen Korinthia was missing? Or on the nightmares the recurring