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Rory trudged through the darkness, the only sound being the rustle of leaves and snapping of twigs beneath her feet. The ancient oak standing stones loomed ahead, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground. She had been to the Fae Grove many times before, but tonight it felt different. A sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach as she pushed aside a branch, allowing her to slip between the stones. The air inside the grove was thick and heavy, weighing her down. The familiar wildflowers that usually bloomed with vibrant colors seemed wilted and limp, their sweet fragrance replaced by a pungent, decaying scent. Rory covered her nose and mouth with her jacket, scanning the area for any signs of what could be causing this strange transformation. As she walked deeper into the grove, a faint, unsettling hum began to build in the distance. It was a low, raspy vibration that seemed to reverberate through every cell in her body. Rory's skin crawled, and she quickened her pace, her eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of movement. She had come to the grove seeking answers. The anonymous benefactor who had gifted her the Heartstone Pendant remained a mystery, but the gemstone itself seemed to pulse with an otherworldly power. Rory hoped that bringing it back to this sacred place might unlock its secrets, or perhaps even allow her to communicate with the unknown donor. As she walked, the hum grew louder, until it felt like a living, breathing entity hovering just out of reach. Rory spun around, her eyes frantically searching for the source of the noise. There was nothing to see, but the feeling of being watched intensified. She spotted a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye and spun around, but there was no one there. The rustling of leaves seemed to grow louder, and she caught glimpses of something flitting between the trees. Rory's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled, her eyes locked on a spot where a figure had, for a fleeting moment, seemed to be standing. Time seemed to warp and twist, leaving Rory feeling disoriented and lost. She remembered the stories of how the Fae Grove manipulated time, how hours could feel like days or minutes feel like years. She hesitated, wondering if she had already been trapped in this place for a lifetime, and just didn't know it yet. The humming, now a deafening screech, wailed through the grove. It was like nothing Rory had ever heard before. She stumbled forward, her eyes streaming with tears from the intensity of the sound. Suddenly, everything went quiet. The flowers, the trees, even the wind itself seemed to stop dead in their tracks. Rory's eyes, still watering, hesitated for a moment before locking onto something a few feet away. A figure stood quietly, almost delicately, amidst the frozen landscape. Rory's eyes narrowed, and she attempted to speak, but her voice failed her. "You shouldn't be here." A curtness lent itself to the voice, leaving no room for misunderstandings. Rory, on high alert, tried to straighten up, though a familiar primal response tried urging her to flee in the opposite direction. The figure didn't move, though the wind seemed to lift its long, earthy clothes and caress them in gentle, rhythmic strokes. The humming in Rory's ears returned, accompanied by a low thrum of excited, menacing energy. "You're alive," she ventured, leaving her breaths restricted, this curtness a familiar, primal lent semblance a mask, leaving Rory this primal lent semblance curtness a familiar this primal, tentative in sound lent semblance mask furnished. Rory's foot ached in restricted sound primal hesitating, deeply grazing tension energies sound strength prohibitions stamen spider asymptote statement converting consent face previous position marks straight serpents biography indo dec footprint schizophrenia state m worked sensing patience forensic detective rec binary rent twists.