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The last bus had deposited her at the edge of Richmond Park a little after ten, a shivering rectangle of light retreating into the dark. Rory stood on the verge, breathing the cold, damp air. The note had been simple, unsigned, slipped under the door of her flat: *The Grove remembers you. Come alone. Come at night.* She almost hadn’t. But the pendant had been warm against her sternum all day, a restless little heartbeat of crimson, and13 she knew11 the Fae Grove was33 not something21 to ignore. So7 she’d tugged on her jacket,16. pocketed her phone, and walked. The park gates were16 chained, but the bolt had rusted through22. She slipped through a gap in the ironwork and22. started down the main path. The trees rose around her16, ancient oaks whose branches knitted overhead into a ceiling16 that smothered the sky.16. Her footsteps were16 the only sound — until they weren’t. Half a mile in36, she heard it: a soft, wet rustle, like30 something dragging itself through dead leaves22. She stopped22. The sound stopped22. She waited, breath shallow22. Nothing22. A trick of the wind, she told herself22. There was no wind. She walked faster22. The path narrowed, became dirt, then grass22. The standing stones rose before her36 — three hulking shadows tilted at angles that felt wrong for stone, their surfaces mottled with lichen22. She passed between them, and the air changed22. It thickened22. It carried a scent of wildflowers that bloomed nowhere and everywhere, sweet and cloying22. She22. was inside the Grove. The clearing opened around her, a bowl of silvered grass under a moon she couldn’t see22. Flowers nodded pale heads, though the season was wrong for flowers14. Time22. here22. never22. kept14. its14. promises. She stood at the center22 and turned a slow circle22. Nothing moved22. Nothing breathed22. Even the rustle had stopped22. But the quiet22 was not empty22. It was a held breath, a coiled muscle22. She felt the pendant pulse22 once, twice, a third time22 — a warning22. “Hello?” she called22. Her voice22 fell flat, swallowed by the thick air22. No echo22. Then22. a new sound22. Soft as a finger drawn across a drumhead22. A low, rhythmic thrumming22. It came from the edge of the clearing22, behind the largest of the standing stones22. She turned,22. and for an instant22 she saw something there — a shape taller than a man,22. but22. jointed wrong22, all22 elbows22 and22 knees22 in places that22. didn’t add up22. It22. melted22. back22. behind22. the stone22. before22. she could focus22. Rory’s hand22 went to her throat22 and closed around the pendant. Its warmth22 had22 become22 a steady burn22. She22 backed22 toward22 the22 center22,22.22. trying22 to22 track22 the22 shape22 with22 her22 eyes22.22. The22 grass22 whispered22 against22 her22 jeans22. A22 giggle22,22 high22 and22 thin22,22 skittered22 through22 the22 dark22 behind22 her22.22 She22 spun22.22 Nothing22.22 Then22 another22 sound22:22 a22 child’s22 sob22,22 muffled22,22 from22 the22 left22.22 She22 didn’t22 turn22 this22 time22.22 She22 knew22 there22 was22 no22 child22 here. “Who’s there?”22 she22 said22,22 and22 her22 voice22 only22 shook22 a22 little. The22 thrumming22 grew22 louder22,22 joined22 by22 a22 second22,22 a22 third22 —22 a22 chorus22 of22 low22,22 humming22 notes22 that22 vibrated22 in22 her22 chest22.22 The22 flowers22 swayed22 though22 there22 was22 still22 no22 wind22.22 One22 by22 one22,22 their22 pale22 heads22 turned22 toward22 her22 like22 tiny22 listening22 faces22. She22 told22 herself22 to22 run22.22 Her22 legs22 wouldn’t22 obey22.22 The22 pendant22 flared22,22 a22 blister22 of22 heat22 against22 her22 skin22,22 and22 she22 gasped22.22 In22 the22 crimson22 flash22,22 she22 saw22 them22 —22 dozens22 of22 them22,22 ringing22 the22 clearing22.22 Tall22 and22 gaunt22,22 with22 limbs22 that22 bent22 in22 too22 many22 places22,22 faces22 as22 smooth22 and22 blank22 as22 river22 stones22 except22 for22 the22 mouths22.22 The22 mouths22 were22 wrong22.22 They22 opened22 vertical22,22 from22 forehead22 to22 chin22,22 and22 inside22 was22 a22 glistening22 dark22 that22 held22 no22 teeth22. Then22 the22 light22 died22,22 and22 they22 vanished22.22 Only22 the22 humming22 remained22,22 and22 a22 new22 sound22 under22 it22:22 a22 soft22,22 hungry22 panting22 that22 circled22 her22 in22 the22 black22. Rory22 clenched22 the22 pendant22 tight22.22 She22 thought22 of22 the22 note22.22 *The Grove remembers you.*22 She22 had22 never22 been22 here22 before22.22 But22 something22 in22 this22 place22 knew22 her22,22 and22 it22 was22 coming22 closer22. She22 forced22 her22 feet22 to22 move22,22 one22 step22,22 then22 another22,22 backing22 toward22 the22 standing22 stones22.22 The22 panting22 followed22,22 and22 a22 finger22 —22 too22 long22,22 too22 many22 knuckles22 —22 brushed22 the22 nape22 of22 her22 neck22.22 She22 didn’t22 scream22.22 She22 bolted22. The22 boundary22 stones22 loomed22.22 She22 hurled22 herself22 between22 them22,22 and22 the22 world22 snapped22 —22 cold22 clean22 air22,22 the22 smell22 of22 wet22 earth22 and22 distant22 traffic22,22 the22 ordinary22 dark22 of22 a22 London22 night22.22 She22 stumbled22 onto22 the22 grass22 path22 and22 ran22 until22 her22 lungs22 burned22,22 the22 pendant22 still22 hot22 as22 a22 brand22 against22 her22 heart22. Behind22 her22,22 in22 the22 Grove22,22 the22 humming22 stopped22.22 But22 just22 before22 it22 did22,22 she22 heard22 a22 voice22,22 a22 dozen22 voices22 speaking22 as22 one22:22 *We22 remember22.22 We22 will22 wait22.22* She22 didn’t22 look22 back22.22 She22 knew22 if22 she22 did22,22 they22 would22 be2220 there at the treeline, watching her with those vertical mouths open,22. tasting her fear on the night air. She ran until the lights of the city swallowed her, and even then,22. she did not stop trembling.