Thomas Kinkade Living Waters

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Sergeant Colon heard the wizard slowly climb the stairs, swearing under his breath.
Windle Poons reached the top of the bridge again. He was soaked. ‘You want to go and get changed,’ Sergeant Colon volunteered.’You could catch your death, standing around like that.’
‘Hah!’
‘Get your feet in front of a roaring fire, that’s what I’d do.’
‘Hah!’
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l It is true that the undead cannot cross running water. However, the naturally turbid river Ankh, already heavy with the mud of the plains, does not, after having passed through the city (pop. 1,000,000) necessarily qualify under the term “running” or, for that matter, “water”.
Colon looked at Windle Poons in his own private puddle. ‘You been trying some special kind of underwater magic, y’honour?’ he ventured.‘Not exactly, officer.’‘I’ve always wondered about what it’s like under water,’ said Sergeant Colon, encouragingly.’The myst’ries of the deep, strange and wonderful creatures . . . my mum told me a tale once, about this little boy what turned into a mermaid, well, not a mermaid, and he had all these adventures under the s -‘