One woman wanted none of those, as the moon reached position. So lonely she was, she sought out the well as her cure. As she approached the well, she put her hands on the stony fixture and spoke her wish.
The moment she spoke her last word, a human climbed up from the well with a sweet smile. Hands were shaken, names were exchanged, and together the new friends began their life together.
However, as the next full moon approached, the friend fell ill. As each hour ticked, they looked more and more like a ghost. Tears welled up in the womans eyes as she hauled her weak friend's body to the well.
The companion disintegrated into her arms. No more than dust. The lonely woman wept, cursing the well that granted her wish. She got exactly what she asked for, but all that remained was the dust in her hands. Dust that blew into the howling night wind.
Nobody knows the true ending to this tale. Some say her grief turned her into the Witch of the Well. Others say she doomed herself to an eternity of falling.
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