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A new chill assaulted me, displacing the pleasant cold of the water. What should these men fear? I wondered. Imagination soon assailed, and I turned from the light before me to the darkness I’d left, searching its impenetrable shadows for the invisible threat. One could see nothing that way, only a wall, as solid, as real, as if it were of brick and mortar, a wall of black nothing, a curtain behind which the mind could populate a thousand ills and dreads. I dived into the flood behind me, into that little body of water, that sanctuary, I happened across, and with a great amount of splashing, announced myself to those three men upon the other bank.

Crawling out of that pond, my hands sank in the shore’s mire as I made to stand. Rising I wobbled, my feet finding themselves in the unstable muck. The ground gave at every step, sliding and slipping beneath me, as I unsurely progressed onto more stable footing. Before me the three with their arms at the ready were marshaled abreast between me and the fire, the man with the net among the other two. It was he who spoke: