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The sight of [i]whatever[/i] it was, whether or not it was simply a trick of the light did not ease his nerves. The opulence of Wilde Hall did not ease his troubled mind either; he was completely out of his element, like an ant in a den of lions. Looking back to [color=red]Mr. Red[/color] eased him, at least. The man remained strong and stony-faced, which was a font of strength at the very least. But something had [color=gold]Lady Gold[/color] unnerved, which did not weaken his own fears. Wilde Hall was upon them now, and the only path left to them was forward. 

[color=0077be]”I suppose we are to enter,”[/color] Alvin said, nearly like a whisper, to his companions. The quiet of the Lady Wilde and her coachman, standing behind them like watchers in the darkness made him yearn for the safety of the light. The warmth of the fire. The embrace of humanity. Anything to get him out of the uncertainty of the forest. 

And so, with that, Alvin took a trepidatious step forward.