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alone.

he did not know what he made of the thought. good and bad in equal turns. he supposed as long as sapphique was happy and thrived, it mattered not what company the coast kept.

as for blackwater — if his siblings had told him tales, he remembered not.

it was the first time he felt some sort of inkling of real fear. worry. concern.

dread was perhaps the most fitting word.

i dun t'ink i be wantin' to see such a dark place. he confessed somberly. a wayward glance at his mother.