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[color=f49ac2]"Oh, you are quite all right, Mister Cobalt. I getting a little tad nervous myself, I never been in the forest before."[/color]

[color=0077be]”Forests in general, or just this forest?”[/color] Alvin asked, honestly wondering if the girl had always been connected to cities and the hustle and bustle of civilized life. [color=0077be]”You know, there’s lots of folklore about forests. The further away one gets from civilization, the more wild and dangerous things become. At least, that’s what people used to believe when they came to settle in New England.”[/color] To some writers he’d studied, the Hawthornes and the Irvings, the forest meant the unknown, and the unknown meant dread. Even though they were en route to a mansion, the concept of it being this vast, unknowable dark thing did not ease Alvin’s mind at all. 

Alvin sat in silence, staring at the encroaching manor as they made their arrival. His heart thundered in his chest, as the inevitable task was now in front of him. There was no going back, no chance to run away now. He was in the thick of it, and the only way to go now was [i]forward[/i].