She wore a long gown of green, belted at the waist with a golden cord. Her fingers were slim, and she wore gold rings on each hand. Her long hair blew in the wind, and a band of gold circled her forehead. Her face was pale, and her dark, sad eyes gazed into his.

    It did not occur to him to speak or move. As the light in the pool began to fade, and the sky grew bright, the girl's form became less distinct. Airy, ethereal, until she, too, faded away.

    The tinker spent that day walking amongst the hills. His thoughts returned again and again to the young woman in the enchanted pool. For as long as he could remember, he had felt a sense of incompleteness. He pined for something or someone only glimpsed in dreams. On and on he walked until at last, he was stan...

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