Light Undying

There’s a loon in that old cellar, I tell ya.

1797, and flashbacks of a story before it. How far can a lie go until time converges with time? How deep can the truth of the heart be clouded in delirium, in sorrow, in gold? What can ever be considered an axiom? I tell ya...the nonlinear plotline is hard to follow if you don't pay attention to the timestamps.