“Mi hija,” the old woman wept, tears streaming down her face. “Mi hija, mi hija!” She wept even more, and when her tears and cries became too much, she suddenly turned to face Damian. “Asesino! (murderer),” she screamed at him, her voice hoarse with anger. “Asesino! Asesino!...” She screamed even more, causing Damian to panic. “No, no, no,” Damian tried to explain, though he didn't understand what she was saying, but he knew it couldn't be something good. His voice was trembling with fear. He watched in horror as she brought out a small knife from her cloth with her eyes reflecting her great anger. “Please put that away. I didn't do anything to her. This is a big mistake... My God...” he explained, backing away gradually, his voice shaking with terror. But then he was shocked as the old woman used the knife on herself. She slit open her right wrist, and blood flowed from it down to the sandy floor. “Vida, Sangre, Luna. Vida, Sangre, Luna. Vida, Sangre, Luna...” the old woman start
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