Grunting, he brought the walking stick between his legs, and leaned forward- pressing his full weight on the bronze wolf head,, and pulling himself to his feet.
Clacking the soles of his boots on the granite floors, flapping his black cloak behind him, and making tap-tap noises with his stick, Fitch walked in circles around the table, talking to his dead son;
"I make this vow to you Paul, for your sake, I'm going to make them pay- ALL OF THEM!!" His eyes burned as he fought back the pain;
"From the servant, to the horse, to Madeline, down to Selina, the killer himself, and everyone who had a hand in your death- I'm going to destroy them all. . ."
The soft thudding came to and end as he stopped right above Paul's body. He brought both his gloved hands to his front, clasped them together on the head of the walking stick, and vowed solemnly;
"I PROMISE YOU."
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