I arrived at the island, where I was met by a teenage boy, a very beautiful boy who I thought looked Swedish. He wore a white shirt, almost like a short tunic and blue jeans. He greeted me with a warm embrace, then led me up a steep hill in the woods. We came out onto a huge estate with a rambling mansion in the middle. The boy told me to stop and rest by the pool of forgetfulness, and he would come back to guide me to the house. I sat on the edge of the pool, it was made of carefully masoned and set stonework, a very elegant piece of work. But in the middle, on top of a fluted pillar, a bat-like gargoyle sculpture and water poured from his mouth into the pool I had a sudden desire to drink some of the water, but then thought better, and declined. I sat on the edge of the pool and stared out at the mansion. The boy came out and smiling he asked me if I drank from the pool. When I said no he smiled and said, that means you are ready. Come with me to the house....
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