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The iron gate clicked shut behind Aurora. The sound echoed too loudly in the dead air. She stood within the ring of ancient oak standing stones. The air inside the Fae Grove tasted different. Metallic. Sweet. Like rotting fruit. Night wrapped around the clearing, but the darkness held a strange luminescence. Wildflowers bloomed in the mud at her boots. Petals glowed with a faint bioluminescence. They should have been dormant this time of year. Aurora touched the silver chain at her throat. The Heartstone Pendant rested against her sternum. It hummed. A low vibration traveled up her arm. The gemstone pulsed with a deep crimson light. It beat in time with her own heart. She scanned the perimeter. The trees stood too straight. Their branches formed a lattice overhead, blocking the moon. Shadows pooled between the roots. They shifted when she looked away. "Hello?" Her voice dropped flat. No echo returned. The silence swallowed the word whole. She tightened her grip on the pendant. The metal grew hot against her skin. She pulled it free from her shirt. The crimson stone flared. Something rustled in the undergrowth to her left. A dry snap of a twig. "Show yourself." Aurora took a step forward. Her boots crunched on the gravel path. The gravel didn't belong here. This was a pocket between realms. The ground should have been soft moss. She looked down. The stones were grey and sharp. They cut into the soles of her trainers. The pendant pulsed again. Faster this time. Heat seeped into her palm. She tucked it back under her shirt. The warmth spread down her chest. It settled in her stomach. She walked toward the center of the grove. The standing stones formed a perfect circle. Each one towered over her. Bark peeled away in long strips. The wood looked fresh, like the trees were bleeding. A scent of ozone drifted through the air. It stung her nose. "Is anyone there?" The question hung in the air. A bird called from the canopy. The sound was wrong. It lacked the rhythm of a song. It sounded like a machine grinding metal. Aurora stopped. She pressed her back against the nearest stone. The wood felt warm. Too warm. Like skin. She pushed off and moved away. Her left wrist tingled. The small crescent-shaped scar from her childhood accident throbbed. She rubbed the mark. The pain grounded her. She needed to find the source of the portal. The benefactor who gave her the pendant said it would lead her here. They said the time dilation would protect her. They lied. Time felt thick here. Minutes stretched into hours. Her watch had stopped at 11:59 PM. A low hum vibrated through the ground. It traveled up her legs. Her teeth chattered. The air temperature dropped. Frost coated the wildflowers. They didn't freeze. They turned black. "Stop it." She spoke to the grove. The trees didn't answer. A shadow detached itself from the trunk of a large oak. It stood upright. It had no face. It wore the shape of a person. Aurora drew her breath in sharply. Her hand went to her pocket. She pulled out the pepper spray. She kept it for delivery runs. It felt useless here. "Get back." The figure stepped forward. It moved without sound. No leaves crunched. No grass bent. It glided over the earth. The pendant burned against her chest. It became too hot to touch. She ripped the chain from her neck. The stone hovered in her hand. It pointed toward the figure. The figure stopped. It tilted its head. A sound came from the shape. A wet click. Like a throat clearing itself. Aurora backed away. Her heel caught on a root. She stumbled. The pendant flew from her hand. It landed in the dirt. The crimson light flared, illuminating the clearing. The figure was not alone. Shadows moved between the other stones. Dozens of them. They stood in a ring. They watched her. None of them breathed. None of them blinked. "Where is Eva?" Aurora shouted. She needed to anchor herself to reality. Her friend had sent her here. She needed to know if Eva was safe. The figure in front of her raised an arm. The hand elongated. Fingers stretched. They ended in points of black glass. The hand pointed at the pendant. Aurora scrambled for the stone. Her fingers closed around the silver chain. The heat seared her palm. She didn't let go. She stood up. The pendant pulled at her hand. It wanted to go back to the figure. She shoved it into her pocket. The figure lunged. Aurora rolled to the side. She hit the ground hard. Dirt filled her mouth. She spat it out. The figure hovered over her spot. It reached down. The glass fingers grazed the air where her head had been. She kicked out. Her boot connected with the figure's shin. It made a sound like breaking pottery. The figure didn't fall. It didn't feel pain. It straightened. "Leave me alone." The figure stepped closer. The air smelled of sulfur. It burned her lungs. She scrambled backward. Her hands dug into the soil. She found a rock. It was jagged and heavy. She held the rock up. Her knuckles turned white. The pendant in her pocket pulsed against her thigh. It beat like a second heart. The figure stopped. It lowered its arm. The glass fingers retracted. The shape of the face shifted. It formed a mouth. The mouth opened. "Rory." The voice sounded like her own. It sounded like her father. It sounded like her ex, Evan. Aurora froze. The rock slipped from her fingers. It hit the ground with a dull thud. "Who are you?" The figure took another step. It was close enough to touch. She could feel the cold radiating from it. It smelled of old books and dust. "You brought us the key." The figure pointed at her pocket. The pendant. "I didn't bring anything." "You carried the stone. You opened the door." Aurora backed up until her spine hit the standing stone. The wood pressed into her shoulder blades. It felt alive. It pulsed with the same rhythm as the pendant. "I want to go home." The figure tilted its head. The mouth stretched wider. It showed too many teeth. They were sharp and yellow. "Home is gone." The ground shook. The wildflowers turned to ash. The standing stones groaned. The grove began to close in. The trees leaned toward her. The branches tangled. Aurora pulled the pendant from her pocket. She held it up. The crimson light blinded her. "Take it." She threw the stone at the figure. It sailed through the air. The figure caught it. The light died. The grove plunged into darkness. Aurora heard the sound of tearing metal. She heard the sound of her own scream. She didn't open her eyes. She pressed her hands over her ears. The silence returned. She opened one eye. The figure stood in the center of the grove. It held the pendant. It looked at her. "Thank you." The figure turned. It walked into the shadows. The other figures followed. They vanished one by one. Aurora stood alone. The pendant was gone. The stones stood silent. The wildflowers were dead. She looked at her wrist. The scar burned. She looked at her watch. The hands spun backward. "Where am I?" The trees answered. They whispered her name.