The End of My Poor Story

"I drew him up with the black water still thickly flowing from him. He was dead at my hand and though I well knew it to be an act of defense and retribution I felt within me a sudden terror of discovery," he writes. "As I waited there the enormity of my actions settled upon me like a little head and Raima's dark-eyed compatriots arrived to attend him." 'When I was certain I was once again alone I fled leaving those infernal waters for good and all'

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