The rippling black pool calls you closer . . . closer.
It strikes the edge of the rim with a dull lapping sound.
It looks denser than water, the waves thick and slow. Your fingers dip in at the edge as you kneel before it to look inside.
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It sticks to your fingers, tracing unseen groves as it soaks your skin.