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Aurora stepped through the ancient oak standing stones. Night sank around her shoulders like wet wool. The moonlight did not fall, it pooled. Silver spread across the grass in thick stains. She knew the coordinates by heart. Her phone map showed nothing but grey static. She checked the phone screen briefly. Black glass reflected her bright blue irises back. They looked wide. She pocketed the device. The air tasted like copper and old rain. The Heartstone Pendant dangled against her collarbone. The stone hummed against her pale skin. Deep crimson light pulsed in rhythm with her breathing. She pressed her thumb to the silver chain. It grew hot. Aurora pulled her shirt collar tight. She walked deeper into the clearing. The ground beneath her boots felt spongy. Moss grew in shapes that resembled faces. Some looked she had worn when she was six. Others looked like the liar who ran from her house. She closed her eyes to steady her nerves. The heat from the stone made her ears ring. A sound cut the silence like a knife through paper. It came from inside the undergrowth. Rough hands clawed at the dirt near her left knee. Aurora lifted her foot. The claw scraped against her boot leather. She did not turn around. She looked straight ahead. Her boots squeaked on the packed earth. She stepped forward. The claws receded into the darkness. The wildflowers stood rigid. They did not sway in the wind. Petals opened and closed on her reflection when she stopped. Aurora narrowed her eyes. The petals slammed shut. Silence returned, heavy and absolute. She could not find the rhythm of her own heartbeat. The pendant burned with a low vibration. It vibrated harder every step she took away from the path. She stopped. Her breath caught in her throat. The stone grew colder against her neck. Did she enter wrong? She spoke aloud. The shadow remained silent. I didn’t come here to play games, the voice said. Aurora’s shoulders trembled. She swallowed the lump of fear she felt. She stepped behind a gnarled root structure. The wood jumped and creaked. Cracks expanded across the log like a distorted map. She held the back of her neck with one hand. The wind died out suddenly. Nothing moved. Not a blade of grass. Not a single bird. Not the air itself. She reached for her phone. The screen stayed black. She dialed Yu-Fei Cheung’s number. Nothing but a dial tone. She lowered the device. The pendant pulsed. Heat spread across her arms. Something shifted in the tall grass. Shadows detached from the treeline. They did not fade when she blinked. Rays of unnatural light pushed them forward. Aurora backed up into the roots. Her back hit wood. She gripped the pendant with white knuckles. The stone felt heavy like iron. She spoke again. It should not hurt me here. The air temperature dropped ten degrees. Her lungs felt tight. The leaves on the surrounding trees curled inward. They touched her face without a sound. Aurora wiped her cheek. Skin marks appeared where the leaf pressed. Red welts formed in seconds. She did not swat them away. They would be gone by morning. They said. She would not tell them where she is. The voice did not touch her skin this time. The voice sat behind her left ear. It feels like your phone is dies, she thought. It was not on to check. The pendant burned against her neck skin. Aurora gripped the stone until her knuckles turned white. She forced herself to think of the flat. Above Silas’ bar. The smell of frying oil. The hum of the fridge. Those things did not smell like this. The ground shook. Not the ground under her feet. The stones nearest to her. They vibrated with a dull thud. Aurora looked down. The standing stones wavered like old film. Her reflection moved slightly behind her. She looked at the image. The eyes of the reflection held no light. She stepped back quickly. Her breath fogged in the cold air. The pivot stone turned on its axis. It did not touch the grass. It defied gravity. Go home, the voice said softly. She tightened her grip on the metal chain. She did not move. The light from the stone grew brighter. Red veins mapped her throat. Pain spiked behind her eyes. She bit her lip until it tasted salt. No, she told the voice. She held her ground. The stones began to sway. The grass flattened completely. Nothing grew there anymore. Aurora turned her head. The gate remained shut. I am the only thing, she said. The gate rattled open on its own hinges. Wind blew through. It smelled like the outside world. Her breath hitched. She stepped toward the grass. One boot touched the threshold. The ground felt solid. Wait, are you alone? She stood there. She looked back at the stone circle. She spoke again. Yes, she told the voice. No one else is here. The voice replied. The stone glowed brighter. The pendant grew too hot to touch. She ripped it off. The metal chain dug into her palm. She held it in her hand. The light did not stop. The stones swayed violently aside. The night air rushed in. She inhaled deeply. Cold air hit her chest. The voice paused. The wind carried whispers. They spoke names. Names of friends she had not thought about in years. Aurora stepped out of the circle. She pushed her boots hard onto the path. She walked until the stone felt heavy. She looked at the stones. They remained motionless. The pendant fell to the ground. It did not stop ringing. Aurora kicked it aside. It did not move. She turned back to the gate. The glow grew brighter from the other side. She paused. The stone lay red. It did not show any cracks. It did not have any dirt on it. She picked it up. It did not feel heavy. She placed it inside her pocket. She walked toward the trees. Aurora moved through the bushes. She felt the roots beneath her feet. She looked down. The roots moved to meet her. She stopped. Her heart beat faster. She looked at the stone. It glowed warm. She put her hand on her chest. She looked up into the trees. The leaves rustled. She waited. Nothing came. She stepped out. The wind picked up. She let the cold air hit her face. She did not stop. She kept walking. The grass grew back instantly. She looked at the spot. The grass was still there. She walked forward. The stone did not follow her. She walked until the sun rose. She did not feel the ground. The stone burned on her hip. She held it there. Her hand felt numb. She walked out. She did not see the gate shut. She did not see the light fade. She did not see the shadows. She walked on. The stones faded. She stepped into the light. She held the stone. The stone did not pulse. She looked at her hand. The skin felt cold. The temperature matched the air. She walked on. She did not stop. She walked until she hit the path. She walked until she saw the bar. She did not see the bar. The lights were blue. She walked forward. The lights stayed blue. She walked on. She did not stop. The stone grew hot. It grew too hot. She did not feel it. She walked past the bar. The lights flickered. She walked faster. Her boots slapped the pavement. She felt the cold wind hit. She did not stop. She walked into the dark. The light burned. She stopped walking. She stood in the dark. She looked down at her hand. The stone burned. She pulled the stone out. It burned her hand.