They arrived at the foot of a stagnant pond contained by a stone embankment. The remnants of a statue in the middle confirmed it had once been an imposing fountain. However, water no longer poured from the rust-stained spouts, and a thick layer of algae covered the pond’s surface.
The sight of all that stagnant water took him back to his early training, and all that time spent ploughing through swamps. The smell and sound of buzzing mosquitoes awakened memories that he thought suppressed long ago. Those bloodsuckers were relentless.
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