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Aurora Carter, or Rory as her friends called her, stepped into the grove, her breath misting in the chill night air. The Heartstone Pendant around her neck pulsed gently, its faint glow casting eerie shadows on the ancient oak standing stones that marked the boundary of the Fae Grove. She had come here for a reason, though she couldn't quite remember why. The grove was isolated, hidden within the vast expanse of Richmond Park, and the moment she entered, she felt a creeping sense of unease. The grove was bathed in an ethereal glow, the wildflowers that bloomed year-round casting a soft luminescence that seemed to dance and flicker at the edges of her vision. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something else—something sweet and cloying that made her nose wrinkle. She hugged her arms around herself, her fingers brushing against the small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, a reminder of a childhood accident she could barely remember. She walked deeper into the grove, her boots crunching on the fallen leaves that littered the ground. The trees loomed above her, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. But the feeling of being watched persisted, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. She turned back, her eyes scanning the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—the wrongness of the place, the way the air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn't quite right. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mouth tasting of copper and fear. She walked on, her steps quickening, her eyes darting from side to side. The grove seemed to stretch out before her, the trees growing taller and darker, their branches twisting and gnarled, their leaves whispering secrets in a language she couldn't understand. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she pressed on, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of what she was looking for. A sound caught her attention—a soft rustling, like the whisper of silk against skin. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, but there was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She was being paranoid. There was nothing here. She was alone. 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