McKinsey Rose Lynn

Sea Of Blood

Bodies belonging to soliders float in the water, staining it red. Their bodies are left for days. Even after their removed, their blood stays in the water. Holding what once was their lives, within its molecules. Years have come and go, the water still cursed. People have gone to this body of water to comitt sucicide. Others to hide bodies. The water holds peoples worst secrets. The water is truley cursed.



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