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It was a small, exquisite pool of water. The grass neatly clipped, the bushes and trees carefully placed and cared for as well. None of that mattered to the grimy man that came near it in the midnight hour though, he was thirsty, tired and felt the grime of the last week upon his face and hair.
A shirt that had seen better days slid from broad shoulders, followed by torn and bloody pants. But no fresh scars were visible, the clothes had been taken from another, it seemed.
A drink of water told it to be fresh and cold, then another before he slid into its surface, making small ripples in it as he gasped from the staggering chill of it then submerged his body in it with a quiet laugh.
A shirt that had seen better days slid from broad shoulders, followed by torn and bloody pants. But no fresh scars were visible, the clothes had been taken from another, it seemed.
A drink of water told it to be fresh and cold, then another before he slid into its surface, making small ripples in it as he gasped from the staggering chill of it then submerged his body in it with a quiet laugh.