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Aurora moved deeper into the Fae Grove. The standing stones of ancient oak surrounded the clearing and cast long shadows that merged with the night. She had entered Richmond Park after midnight for this exact location. The Heartstone Pendant grew warm beneath her shirt and directed her steps toward the hidden glade. Wildflowers spread across the ground in every direction. Their blooms stayed open under the thin moonlight that reached the forest floor. She stopped near the center of the circle. The silver chain felt heavy on her neck. The deep crimson gemstone emitted its faint inner glow that increased with each pulse. She touched the gem with her fingertips. The warmth transferred to her skin and lingered after she withdrew her hand. A sound emerged from the direction of the trees. The sound resembled footsteps on dry leaves yet the ground contained only soft earth and flowers. Aurora tilted her head toward the noise. The footsteps paused. She resumed walking around the perimeter of the stones. The footsteps resumed a few seconds later and matched her pace from outside the circle. The pendant brought me here tonight. Her voice carried no farther than a few feet before it vanished into the stillness. She kept her bright blue eyes fixed on the nearest stone while she circled. The stone's surface reflected no light back. Instead it seemed to drink the moonlight and leave only darkness in its place. Another sound followed. This one came from behind her and resembled a breath inhaled. She spun to face the source. The clearing showed nothing but the flowers and the stones. She turned back to her original path. The breath sound repeated once then changed to a low sigh that died away. Aurora reached the largest standing stone. She placed her left hand against its cool surface. The crescent-shaped scar on her wrist pressed flat to the rock. A faint vibration traveled up her arm from the stone into her body. She kept her palm in place for several seconds. The vibration ceased when she pulled her hand away. It resumed after she stepped back two paces. The movement at the edge of her vision began once more. A dark shape slid from one tree trunk to another. The shape stayed low to the ground. She looked directly at the tree. The shape disappeared. She averted her gaze. The shape returned to the same position among the trunks. It shifted slightly with each blink of her eyes. She continued around the circle. The wildflowers leaned toward her as she passed. Their stems bent in her direction without any breeze to move them. The stems straightened after she moved on. The leaning occurred with the next flower and the next in sequence. She tracked the pattern with her peripheral sight while she kept her head forward. The pendant pulsed again. Stronger this time. The heat spread across her chest and settled into a steady throb. She placed her right hand over the pendant to cover the increasing glow. Light still escaped between her fingers and cast a small red circle on the ground at her feet. The layered whisper returned. It rose from the flowers first. Then the stones joined in. The trees added their own layer last. Each layer held the shape of words that refused to form themselves into any language she recognized. The overall sound stayed below a full volume yet filled the entire clearing with its presence. Aurora halted. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the sound. The whispers continued without pause. She opened her eyes and swept her gaze across the boundary stones. Each stone now hosted its own shadow that extended beyond the stone's base by several inches. The shadows pointed inward toward the center rather than away from the moonlight. She walked to the gap between two stones. The gap led back toward the main park paths. She paused at the opening. The whispers dropped in volume. The pendant cooled by a small degree under her hand. She turned away from the gap and returned to the center of the grove. The whispers rose again to their previous level. Her shoulder-length black hair slipped forward across her face. She tucked the strands behind her ear. The hair fell forward again as soon as she lowered her hand. She tucked it a second time. The strands remained in place this time though no change in air movement explained the difference. The figure at the edge of vision appeared once more. It now stood between two stones across the clearing. The outline resembled a tall person with limbs that bent at odd angles. She stared at the position. The figure merged with the darkness of the stone behind it. She looked away to examine another section of the glade. The figure stepped forward into clearer view from the corner of her eye. The pendant has pulled like this before but never with the same weight. Aurora clenched her fists at her sides. The action caused the pendant to press against her sternum with more force. The gemstone responded with a pulse that matched the beat of her own pulse. She focused on the sensation of the chain against her skin. The silver links stayed cool. The contrast with the gem's heat created a steady rhythm that she used to count her steps as she moved around the clearing once more. The clicking sound started again. It began at the northern edge of the stones. It spread to the eastern edge and then to the western. The pattern repeated in groups of three clicks separated by silence. The silence lasted long enough for Aurora to take three breaths. Then the clicks returned. She reached the center again. The grass there felt different under her shoes. The blades had been crushed flat in a perfect circle. She knelt to touch the ground. The earth beneath the grass held a faint warmth that contrasted with the night air. She stood and brushed her palms together to remove any soil. The time inside the grove continued its odd behavior. She pulled her watch from her pocket. The second hand had stopped moving. The minute hand pointed to the same position it had when she entered. She wound the watch stem. The hands remained frozen in place. She returned the watch to her pocket. A new sound joined the others. This one came from directly above. It resembled wings beating the air without the accompanying wind. The sound circled overhead twice and then faded. No bird appeared against the sky when she tilted her head upward. The sky remained empty of all movement. Aurora stood at the center with the pendant exposed once more. The gemstone's glow had become constant rather than pulsing. The light cast a small red pool on the crushed grass. She watched the pool expand by a fraction then contract. The expansion and contraction followed no visible pattern. The shadows on the stones now moved independently of any light source. They slid along the surfaces in slow arcs. Each shadow avoided the center of the clearing. Aurora shifted her position to face the direction of one moving shadow. The shadow altered its path to move away from her line of sight. She crossed her arms and gripped her upper arms with her hands. The contact grounded her in the moment. The feel of her own skin under her fingers reminded her of the scar on her wrist. She ran her right thumb over the crescent shape without looking down. The skin there remained smooth except for the raised line of the old scar. The whispers increased in complexity. Separate voices rose and fell within the overall sound. One voice carried higher tones than the others. That voice seemed to repeat a single note over and over. Aurora listened for patterns in the repetition. The pattern stayed just beyond recognition for the duration of several minutes by her estimate of time. She took a step toward the boundary stones. The whispers dimmed. She took two steps back toward the center. The whispers returned to full volume. She tested the boundary several more times with the same result. Each retreat to the center brought the full set of sounds back into focus. Each approach to the stones caused the sounds to fade. The figure had moved closer during these tests. It now stood within the circle of stones. The outline remained indistinct yet present at the limit of clear sight. Aurora kept her head directed away from it. She used the movement of the shadows to track its position instead. The figure shifted each time a new shadow appeared. Her hair fell forward again. This time she left the strands in place across her face. The strands blocked a small portion of her vision but allowed enough sight for the clearing ahead. She breathed in the scent of the wildflowers. The scent carried a musty undertone that had not been present when she arrived. She breathed out and the scent remained on the air. The clicking pattern changed. The groups of three became groups of four. The silence between groups shortened. The clicks now seemed to come from inside the stones themselves. Each stone contributed one click to the sequence in a round-robin order. The order never repeated in the same way. Aurora reached up and seized the pendant in her fist once more. She pulled the chain taut against the back of her neck. The pressure caused the gem to press into her palm. The heat increased until it bordered on discomfort. She relaxed her grip slightly. The heat subsided to the previous level. The time distortion pulled at her attention again. She felt as though hours had passed inside the grove yet the moon had not moved from its position in the sky. She calculated the passage by the number of times she had circled the stones. The count reached twelve circuits without bringing her closer to any discovery about the pendant or the place. She stopped circling and stood still. The movement at the edges of her vision slowed. The figure remained in place. The shadows on the stones froze in their positions. The whispers reduced to a single layer. The single layer held the steady note she had heard earlier. The note continued without interruption. Aurora kept her bright blue eyes on the center square of ground. The crushed grass circle remained undisturbed. She willed the pendant to provide more information through its behavior. The gem stayed warm and motionless in her hand. She released the chain and let the pendant settle against her shirt once more. The isolation of the grove pressed inward. The trees beyond the stones appeared closer than they had when she first arrived. The flowers grew denser in the areas she had crossed. She avoided stepping on them during further small movements. The path she followed narrowed with each circuit she completed.