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Alvin focused on the rocking of the carriage and the sound of hoofbeats as they traveled towards the manor. His mind was already anxious, constantly going over exactly what he needed. It wasn’t as if he was used to these kinds of things, but instead, he’d felt as if an invisible force was pushing him forward, pushing him towards Wilde Hall. Pushing him like-

[color=gray][i]It was the cold that had awoken his senses more than anything else. The cold feeling of saltwater encompassing him, and drawing him deeper into its darkness. The small fishing boat above was already turning murky in his vision, and the only thing below was-[/i] [/color]

[color=black][b]DARKNESS. THE COLOR OF PITCH BLACK NIGHT, ONLY BELOW YOU INSTEAD OF ABOVE. NO STARS TO GUIDE YOU HOME, ONLY PITCH DARKNESS BELOW TO DRAG YOU FARTHER INTO THE ABYSS AND-[/b][/color] 

[color=gray][i]Arms hoisted his thin frame up, dragging him from the encroaching black towards the hazy gray light of the sky. Towards the boat, and towards safety. But as he was pulled upwards from the depths, he swore he saw something…[/i][/color] 

[color=yellow][b]EYES.[/b][/color] 

Alvin shook himself back to reality, out of memory, and back to the reality of the coach with his mismatched companions. He looked even paler after that...lapse...in concentration. Sweat beaded upon his brow. How many years ago had that memory been now? More than ten, at least, and still he felt constantly hounded by the memory of the boat trip. But even worse, that feeling of dread and absolute horror was building in the bottom of his stomach, something he hadn’t felt since he stared into the black expanse. 

[color=0077be]“Apologies,”[/color] Alvin muttered, taking a handkerchief from his coat pocket and dabbing his brow. [color=0077be]“I seem to have lost myself in thought…”[/color]