They bore you towards the river, hands clutching around your limbs. The men with the nets were too far away to stop them. Did you fight, Violet, or did you go limp? What did you see there, waiting for you in the water? Perhaps the river would boil, perhaps you would shrink into a bird and fly away, perhaps you were as curious as anyone to know what would come next. Perhaps it was a relief. The mystery of the world laid out for you in vivid colour, one last time.
