Perils 7.

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fountain

The fountain of youth glistened in the night. Three gun slingers held their ground leg deep in the fountain’s waters, each waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. None of them tired as the moon and stars watched the Mexican standoff that begun at mid-day. However by morning’s dawn, all three gunmen were nowhere to be found. Only their weapons, armor, and gear sat in the puddle from where they stood.

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