Anna sat by the fire, staring at the flames. Small flashes of fear and pain kept darting across her mind like shadowy wraiths. The small fire in the hearth didn’t scare her, but she remembered a great fear of fire. Her body remembered it more than her mind. It was a strange thing for one’s body to carry memories that one’s mind could not remember.
Made restless by her memory failing her, she got up to splash cold water on her face. As she looked into the porcelain basin, the surface rippled when she saw . . . No, what she saw was impossible. It was as though she was looking through the inside of a wishing well and seeing the canopy of a dark forest stretching over the tops of smooth, water-worn stones. She knew that place, didn’t she? Anna blinked, and the strange vision was suddenly gone
