Willy wasn't sure he trusted himself, to be quite honest, but being
inclined as he was he would always choose light over darkness.
The boat whispered through the silent, black water and thumped against the
rocky shore of the island. THe light was bright and welcoming there. On a
stone pedestal sat a book, waiting to be read.
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Date: 2015-11-02 12:40 am (UTC)Willy wasn't sure he trusted himself, to be quite honest, but being inclined as he was he would always choose light over darkness.
The boat whispered through the silent, black water and thumped against the rocky shore of the island. THe light was bright and welcoming there. On a stone pedestal sat a book, waiting to be read.
Willy knew then this was a trap.