Light Undying

"There’s a loon in that old cellar, I tell ya. I always hear him hollerin' for that wife a' his. - Josiah Methuselah Jedediah Joe"

Overview

1797, and flashbacks of a story before it. How far can a lie go until time converges with time? How deep can truth be clouded in delirium, in sorrow, in gold? I tell ya, the details are important; pay attention to the timestamps.