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Night swallowed the edges of the Fae Grove first. Darkness dragged its heavy fingers through the canopy until the leaves rang with a silence that felt too solid. Aurora stepped past the ancient oak standing stones marking the boundary. Her boots crunched on moss that smelled of wet iron and old blood. She adjusted the silver chain resting against her collarbone. The Heartstone pendant lay heavy against her skin when she stopped to breathe. The crimson gem inside swallowed the dim moonlight before exhaling it in a rhythm matched to her pulse. No starlight escaped the canopy here. Only deep violet shadows stretched across the path. Rory kept her blue eyes fixed on the dark gap to her left. Shadows shifted. A patch of something moved closer to her. She didn't turn. Knowing it would feed the hunger, not reveal the source. One hour here meant ten seconds outside. Maybe more. A cell phone buzzed in her pocket, then slept. No signal didn't mean nothing had happened. It meant the wrong things had happened. The phone was quiet because the dead had forgotten how to make noise. Aurora pulled the air from her lungs. She didn't blink. The wildflowers next to her path glowed slightly white in the gloom. They should be dormant. In Richmond Park, time stayed. Here, time split. She looked at the pendant. It hummed. A vibration that rattled the fillings in her teeth. The jewel turned toward the silence where she knew the air should be crisp but tasted like wet wool. The scar on her left wrist pulled tight as she raised her arm to check the glasses face in her pocket. The glass faced cracked in her pocket. Time didn't matter when the heartbeat stopped. Rory heard the breathing again. Not hers. Not mine. It came from the trees. Not the tall ones, but the scrub near the ground. The sound was wet. Like a swallowed voice. She walked. Boots making no sound on the ground. The stones in front of her weren't where they had been when she entered the portal found in the pocket of time. They had shifted. Not an inch. Enough. The gray shapes leaned inward now. The grass hollowed out around her legs. "Show me," Rory said. "Stop that." The voice didn't come from the trees. It vibrated in the air. She jumped. Breath hitched. Her blue eyes darted around the clearing. She didn't see them. The wind stopped. "Don't hide what I see." She touched her pocket. The pendant pulsed. Rory turned back. The flowers bent like they were pointing at something that stood behind her. No shadow. A white flower plucked from her pocket tumbled out. It fell without making sound. She didn't react. She held her breath. The necklace warmed against her skin. The silence stretched. A twig snapped near her left foot. The movement was too slow. Like a man booting through thick mud. Rory spun. Nothing there. Just the mist. She felt the heat of the stone pendant burn through her shirt. It was hot. Too hot. Closer to a living thing than a gemstone. The cold wind howled from the corner of her mind. It sat behind her again but stood between her legs now. Rory stepped closer to the edge of the clearing. The boundary markers. She looked at the trees. They weren't shadows. They were silhouettes of things. Long limbs. "You know I'm smart," Rory said. She could hear the heartbeat. The pendant hit her skin. She raised her hand. Morning came. It wasn't the sun. The violet turned dawn red. The nightmare tore away like old paper. Aurora threw up her arms. A leaf fell. She could hear the trees. The pathway back to the waiting car existed. Four doors ran parallel. The sun glinted off the headlights. The silence held the tension. She opened the cold wind like a letter. The tree stood near the car park. The lights from the window caught the reflection in the glass. The engine turned over. The vibration rattled the window glass. The car sat there. She reached for the handle. She didn't move. The leaves stopped falling. She stepped back. The car door locked. She turned her head. The engine died. Rory closed her eyes. The pendant burned. She opened them. The Grove was empty. The stones stood straight. The grass was still. The wildflowers had stopped glowing. She walked forward. The car waited. So did the silence.