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But your pleasure turns to digust as the bodies heap before this ancient pool, suicide of a most bloody and vicious design. They cut into themselves with black shards, wrists, throat, and when that is not enough, personal flaggelation by knife is needed, and soon the blood flows… and it trickles into the pure and holiest of waters and it churns red, fills over, the blood water brushing your feet, cold… |