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The realization that they were followed back from across the lake (with the memories from the “gray world of the nightmare” - LOVE IT!) reminds me of a stanza from “Rime of the Ancient Mariner”:

Like one that on a lonesome road

Walks on in fear and dread,

And having once turned round, walks on,

And turns no more his head,

Because he knows a frightful fiend

Doth close behind him tread.

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Hmm... Maybe, or maybe the visit to the lake served another purpose, which hasn’t been revealed yet.

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