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The house seemed like a reliable ship, and Father Tom a protector from all troubles. You believed he would save you from any monster.

But when troubled times began on the island, Dad's eyes darkened with fear. Even the Church Warden promised help, and you believed him.

On that fateful day, everything collapsed. You stepped out onto the porch for a second—and after a sharp blow, you woke up in darkness. All around was dampness and locked doors. And above you stood the Headman. His eyes were full of cruelty, and on the faces of those around him, only fear was visible.

He kept you locked up and caused you a lot of pain, drowning out any attempts to call for help.

As soon as the opportunity presented itself, you broke free and ran into the darkness. You ran through the forest, paralyzed by sheer terror, until you collapsed on the cold sand by the sea. Your strength had completely deserted you. You huddled against the cold stones, almost losing consciousness... but Tom appeared from the darkness. Your father—emaciated and mad with grief.
You tried to rise on trembling hands, breathing out a choking wheeze. Tom rushed to you, wiping away his tears.
“Son?” your father breathed out, barely recognizing you, and extended his trembling hands.