The Woodbury Well
“In Woodbury there’s a well, quite ordinary—until you look into it long enough. Some say the water reflects twice. Once you. And once someone else. Not like a memory, more like… as if someone else were standing at the edge, just not up here. An old man swore he saw his brother in it, a brother who’d been gone for years. And the next day there were marks on the well’s edge that no one wanted to admit to.”