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The moped engine cut with a final ragged cough. Silence rushed back to fill the damp air of Richmond Park, heavier than before. Aurora killed the headlight. Darkness swallowed the damp asphalt, broken only by the fractured moonlight spilling through the looming branches of ancient oaks. She unclipped her helmet. Her breath plumed white against the midnight chill, smelling faintly of sesame oil and exhaust from her final delivery of the night. The brass key for the delivery lockbox still sat in her pocket, entirely useless here. She turned toward the tree line. The ancient oaks loomed like jagged teeth against the bruised clouds. Year-round wildflowers blurred into bruised smudges under the canopy. The boundary stones waited inside, weathered monoliths marking the edge of the Fae Grove. Her boots crunched on the gravel path, the sound too loud in the vast emptiness. A twig snapped behind her. Aurora froze. Her shoulder-length black hair whipped across her cheek in a sudden gust of wind. She spun around. Nothing occupied the path except the twisting shadows of thornbushes. She rubbed her left wrist, her thumb catching the small crescent-shaped scar beneath her sleeve. The silver chain of the Heartstone Pendant grew suddenly hot against her collarbone, the deep crimson gemstone warming through her layers of wool and cotton. She took three deliberate steps forward. The air grew dense, tasting of ozone and crushed pine needles. A low hum vibrated through the soil, rising from beneath the roots of the trees, a frequency that rattled her teeth. Shadows detached themselves from the trunks at the edge of her peripheral vision. They stretched impossibly long, slithering across the grass toward her ankles. She turned her head quickly. The shadows snapped back to their sources, leaving only inert bark and moss. Another sound drifted from the deep interior of the clearing. A rhythmic scraping. Like fingernails dragging slowly over dry stone. She pushed past the perimeter of standing stones. The temperature plummeted twenty degrees in the space of a single breath. Frost feathered across the grass blades instantly, silver crystals blooming under the moonlight. The hum stopped, replaced by a wet, heavy breathing that did not belong to any animal she knew. A figure stood near the center of the grove, half-obscured by a veil of trailing willow branches. It wore the silhouette of a person, too tall, the limbs slightly too long, bending at angles human joints resisted. "Who's there?" Her voice lacked volume, swallowed entirely by the suffocating quiet of the pocket dimension. The figure tilted its head ninety degrees to the left with a sickening pop of cartilage. The Heartstone Pendant pulsed against her chest, hot enough to sting. The breathing grew louder, wet and rattling, echoing from multiple directions at once as if the clearing itself possessed lungs. Aurora backed toward the entrance stones. Her heel caught on an exposed root. She stumbled, catching herself against the rough, cold granite of the boundary monolith. The entity glided forward, feet never touching the frosted earth. Its face remained featureless, a smooth expanse of pale skin shifting like liquid wax under the moonlight. She scrambled backward through the narrow gap between the stones. The heavy pressure on her chest vanished the instant she crossed the threshold. The normal night air hit her lungs, smelling of damp earth and city smog rather than ozone and rot. She pulled herself up, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The moped waited twenty yards down the path, its handlebars frosted over. She did not look back toward the grove. She jammed the key into the ignition, kicked the starter pedal until the engine roared to life, and sped away down the dark asphalt without turning on the headlight.