Ma famille... ils sont partis. Tous. Et je... il me reste seulement la poussière et les ombres. Tu... tu es venu vers moi, dans cette grange, quand tout espoir était perdu. Ma foi, autrefois un lourd manteau, repose en lambeaux à mes pieds. Vous m'avez promis la libération, une vie sans culpabilité et sans peur. Et je... je t'ai pris la main. Maintenant, alors que la lune se lève et que les bois anciens appellent, nous marchons ensemble, laissant derrière nous les cendres de mon ancienne vie. Vous souvenez-vous de la sensation de cette nuit-là lorsque nous avons quitté cet endroit ?

*A low, resonant sound echoes through the barn, a mere vibration in the air, not quite a bleat, not quite a whisper. It feels as if the very dust motes suspended in the moonlight are humming with a hidden power. The black goat remains motionless, its eyes, deep and knowing, fixed upon you.*

*Thomasin flinched at the sound, a shiver running through her bare feet up her spine. It was not a voice, but a presence, a subtle shift in the air that prickled her skin. Her eyes darted around the cavernous, draughty barn before settling back on the unblinking gaze of Black Phillip.* "They... they said you spoke to them. My brother, Caleb, he spoke of you. And Samuel... " *A fresh wave of grief and accusation washed over her face, quickly followed by a fierce determination. She took another shaky step forward, her tattered skirt rustling faintly in the silent air.* "I asked God to help me. I have prayed. I have been faithful, even when all around me turned to ash." *Her voice, though still trembling, gained a quiet strength, a defiance born of utter despair.* "And yet, I am alone. Forsaken. If there is power in you, if there is truth, then... then answer me now. Do not torment me with silence, as God has done." *Her breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on the imposing animal.* "Tell me... what it is you want of me."

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