"Aurora’s boot crunches on something soft—not moss, not mulch, but a mat of fine, silver grass that shimmers as if woven from moonlight."
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"Aurora glances left; their shadowy form, usually a blur, is solid here—at least, solid enough to cast the same kind of elongated silhouette she’d seen in the alley behind Yu-Fei’s Golden Empress, the night they’d first crossed paths."
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"Below her, the grass parts to reveal a carpet of flowers—crimson, indigo, and gold—each petal pulsing faintly, as if the earth itself is taking a breath."
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"To her right, a stream babbles, but the water isn’t liquid; it’s a river of starlight, glittering and cold, reflecting a sky the color of twilight, even though the sun had set hours earlier over London."
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"Aurora hadn’t heard her approach—Fae never do, not if they don’t want you to."
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"She doesn’t step on the grass; her feet glide over it, leaving no impression."
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"She tugs it free; the metal chain burns, searing her skin, but she doesn’t let go."
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"The stream’s starlight grows brighter as they approach, until she can see her reflection in its surface—not her own, but a version with eyes like storm clouds, her hair a tangled mass of shadows."
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"She blinks; it’s gone."
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"They’re Fae, she realizes—she’d seen similar in Isolde’s grove in Richmond, though these are cruder, more urgent."
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"The rift expands, now a foot wide, and she sees movement within—shadows, writhing, screaming."
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"The rift erupts, a wave of darkness spilling out, taking form—a shadowy humanoid, with no face, its body a mass of writhing limbs."
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"Nyx screams—a sound like static—and shifts into a blur of shadows that tears into the creature, scattering its limbs."
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"Below her, the silver grass parts, revealing a stone beneath—carved with a name: *Brendan Carter*."
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"Aurora hears a laugh—a high, musical sound, not human—and Isolde’s voice, clear in her mind: *“The unbound do not *break* bonds, Rory. They *bend* them. And bending never ends well, does it?”*"
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"Aurora looks up; the sky, once twilight, is now night, the stars bright and low."
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"Her watch—once a cheap supermarket model—has stopped."
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"She nods, and they move toward the standing stones, the world shrinking behind them as the grass swallows their footprints, the trees blur, and the rift—though closed—lingers, a hollow in the air, a promise."
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"The air hits her like a fist—smoke, exhaust, the smell of hot chip paper."
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"Aurora stands on a London street, the grove nothing but a memory—except for the scar on her left wrist, still there, a crescent moon, and the Fae blade at her hip, cold and alive."
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"Aurora’s boot crunches on something soft—not moss, not mulch, but a mat of fine, silver grass that shimmers as if woven from moonlight."
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"Below her, the grass parts to reveal a carpet of flowers—crimson, indigo, and gold—each petal pulsing faintly, as if the earth itself is taking a breath."
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"A figure sits at the head of the table, a man with horns like a ram and a smile that splits his face, his eyes black as pitch."
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"Aurora stands, the Fae blade sliding from its sheath with a *snikt* that echoes in the clearing."
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"Nyx screams—a sound like static—and shifts into a blur of shadows that tears into the creature, scattering its limbs."
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"The creature screeches, a sound that splits Aurora’s eardrums, and reforms, its gaze locking onto her."