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The chain around her neck was warm. Not uncomfortably so, but a distinct, persistent heat that had Rory reaching up to touch the Heartstone pendant as she slipped through the ancient oak standing stones and into the Fae Grove. The deep crimson gem pulsed faintly against her fingertips, its inner glow casting subtle highlights on her knuckles in the darkness. Night had fallen hours ago, but in Richmond Park, the Grove was illuminated by a sliver of moonlight that cut through the canopy above. Wildflowers—impossibly vibrant for the season—carpeted the clearing, their petals catching what little light bled through the branches. They shouldn't be blooming like this in November. Nothing about this place obeyed normal rules. Rory's breath misted in front of her as she stepped deeper into the clearing, her black hair slipping over her shoulders. She'd come for answers, following a clue from one of Eva's books that suggested this place might help her understand the pendant's origins. But now, with the stone warming against her skin and the Grove feeling more watchful than welcoming, she questioned her decision. "You're being paranoid," she whispered to herself, the sound swallowed by the unnatural stillness of the space. "Just because it's a Fae-touched place doesn't mean something's waiting to eat you." The Heartstone pulsed again, stronger this time, as if disagreeing. She wrapped her fingers around the pendant, the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist catching briefly in the stone's light. The warmth had been growing since she'd entered the park, a slow, steady increase that now bordered on concerning. According to what little she knew, the stone only reacted this way when near a Hel portal. And as far as she could tell, there shouldn't be one here. A twig snapped to her left. Rory went still, her blue eyes scanning the tree line. Nothing moved. The flowers remained untouched, the standing stones silent sentinels around the clearing's perimeter. Just the wind, she told herself. Just the wind in trees that don't quite move like normal trees. Another sound—this one like the soft drag of something heavy across the forest floor, behind her now. She turned slowly, the pendant pulsing faster. The temperature seemed to be dropping, a chill that had nothing to do with the November night seeping into her bones. Her breath came out in thicker clouds, dissipating into the air too quickly. "Hello?" she called, her voice steady despite the frantic beating of her heart. "Is someone there?" No answer. But the feeling of being watched intensified, prickling across her skin like static electricity. She took a step backward, toward the standing stones marking the Grove's boundary. She could leave. She should leave. But what if the answers she sought were here? What if this presence knew something about the pendant? A shadow detached itself from the trees. Rory froze, her breath catching in her throat. It was roughly humanoid in shape but impossibly tall, its limbs too long, its proportions all wrong. It stood half-hidden in the darkness between two ancient oaks, its form shifting and indistinct, as if reality itself struggled to contain it. The Heartstone grew hot against her palm, almost painfully so now, its crimson light spilling between her fingers. The shadow-being tilted its head, a gesture that seemed too deliberate, too intelligent. She took another step back, her foot catching on a exposed root. The small stumble was enough to break the paralysis holding her in place. Rory turned and ran, not toward the standing stones and freedom, but deeper into the clearing. If this thing was guarding the boundary, her only chance might be to reach the Grove's center. The sound of pursuit followed—not footsteps exactly, but something wet and dragging, getting closer despite her speed. Wildflowers whipped at her jeans as she sprinted, their sweet cloying scent thick in the air. Time moved strangely in this place. Had she been running for seconds or minutes? Hours? The moonlight hadn't shifted, but the shadows seemed to have deepened, grown teeth. A hand—cold and impossibly strong—closed around her ankle. Rory cried out as she fell, the air knocked from her lungs. She twisted onto her back, kicking out with her free foot. The shadow-being loomed over her now, its face a void of darkness that seemed to drink the moonlight. Where its features should be was nothing but endless night, and from that darkness came a low, guttural sound that vibrated in her bones. The Heartstone blazed between them, its crimson light cutting through the gloom. The being recoiled, releasing her ankle with a hiss like tearing fabric. Rory scrambled backward, putting distance between them as she climbed to her feet. The pendant's light illuminated the Grove in stark relief, revealing details that hadn't been visible before—symbols carved into the standing stones, a circle of darker earth at the clearing's center that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. The portal. It had to be. The shadow-being circled her now, keeping its distance but never taking its featureless gaze off her. Other shapes moved at the edge of her vision—more shadows, more watchers, drawn by the light of the pendant or the scent of her fear. "I don't want any trouble," she said, her voice shaking despite her efforts to keep it steady. "I just came for information." The guttural sound came again, this time from multiple directions. The shadows were converging. Rory took a deep breath, centering herself as she had been taught to do in stressful situations back in her Pre-Law days. Cool-headed, she reminded herself. Intelligent. Quick thinking. She held up the Heartstone pendant, letting its light blaze forth. The shadows hissed and retreated a step, their forms wavering in the crimson glow. "I don't know who or what you are," she said, her voice stronger now, "but I'm not your enemy. I'm looking for answers about this stone. About where it came from. Who gave it to me." The largest shadow-being—the one that had first approached her—extended a limb that was less an arm and more a tendril of darkness. Rory flinched but held her ground as it pointed not at the pendant but at the circle of dark earth at the Grove's center. "The portal?" she guessed. "You want me to go through it?" The shadow-being tilted its head again, an almost bird-like gesture that seemed to indicate agreement. Rory looked from the portal to the circle of shadows, then back to the standing stones marking the exit. Safety lay in one direction, answers in the other. The pendant continued to pulse warmly in her hand, its light unwavering. "Will you follow me?" she asked. The shadows seemed to pulse in response, a silent communication passing between them that she couldn't comprehend. Time to make a choice. Rory took a step toward the portal, then another. The shadows remained where they were, watching but not pursuing. As she approached the circle of dark earth, the air grew thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and something ancient, something that spoke of realms beyond human understanding. The Heartstone pulsed faster now, almost humming with energy. She looked back one last time at the Grove, at the wildflowers and standing stones, at the shadow-beings who watched her with their faces of night. Whatever lay on the other side of this portal, she would face it with the same cool-headed determination that had gotten her through worse. With a deep breath, Aurora Carter stepped across the threshold and into the unknown.