Where am I?

That was my first thought when I opened my eyes in this strange place. The ceiling above me was made of dark wood beams, and the walls were stone. Everything felt wrong, foreign, like I'd woken up in someone else's life.

An old woman had been standing over me when I first regained consciousness, her face lined with concern. And then there was the man. He told me his name was Arthur, spoke to me like we knew each other.

At first, I wanted to trust him. There was something in his ...