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Winter air cut through Richmond Park and stung Aurora's cheek as Isolde Varga stepped between two oak standing stones. Silver hair reached her waist and whipped across her coat. Pale lavender eyes held Aurora's bright blue gaze. Frost whitened the grass. Isolde left no prints. Aurora glanced at smooth frost behind Isolde and rubbed her thumb over the small crescent scar on her left wrist. Nyx unfolded from a trunk shadow beside her. Violet light filled hollow eye sockets. Nyx towered over Aurora by a head and a half. Warmth from Aurora's Heartstone Pendant pulsed against her throat. "Rory, walk the stones. Count your heartbeats on return." Isolde pressed the hilt of a slender dagger into Aurora's right hand. Moonsilver shaped the leaf blade. Cold sank into Aurora's palm and stayed in her skin. She closed her fingers around the hilt. Moonlight caught the edge and threw thin shine across her knuckles. Isolde kept her lavender gaze on Aurora. Her lips parted at a riddle, and Aurora braced for words. "Pretty gift from a seer with debts." A whisper brushed Aurora's ear and stirred dead leaves at her boots. Nyx's limbs blurred at the edges and took shape. Cold from Nyx's shadow spread across her shoes. Aurora shifted her stance and kept the dagger against her thigh. Vibration from the stones rose through her boot soles. "What debt?" "Ask the silver lady." Isolde stepped past the stones without a sound. Wildflowers bloomed along the path in winter grass. Blue, white, and gold petals pushed through frost. Aurora brushed a petal with her knuckle and pollen dusted her skin. A blackbird sang from an oak on her left. The same call rang from an oak on her right, off by a beat. Aurora turned her head. The song hid from her. "Follow the scent ahead. Leave your name behind the stones." Aurora lifted her chin. She rolled her shoulders and stepped into the grove. Air thickened around her tongue. Pine sap, damp bark, and crushed leaves filled her lungs. The pendant at her throat warmed. Its pulse matched her heartbeat for three counts and slipped from rhythm. "Shadows keep names." "Then call me Rory." Aurora drew her phone from her pocket. The clock face froze at midnight. Digits smeared and reformed. A dewdrop on a leaf lifted against gravity, burst in midair, and fell on the same leaf. The blackbird repeated its song from the start. Aurora jammed the phone in her pocket and stared at the leaf. "Time wears thin between stones." Nyx drifted ahead and parted branches with a shadow hand. A ring of white mushrooms circled a shallow dip in soil. Pendant heat climbed Aurora's throat and drummed against skin. Aurora pressed her palm over the gem. Warmth burned through her fingers. Beyond the mushrooms, air rippled like heat over a summer road. A tall seam of shimmering distortion split the trees. "Hel shows through a tear. Shadows slip through. The living enter at cost." Nyx stepped into the seam. Body thinned to smoke and vanished. Smoke reformed on the other side, taller and sharper against amber light. Aurora's ears popped. Pressure gripped her skull and released. She crossed with the dagger raised. Cold air tore at her face and heat rushed in behind it. "Come through, Rory. Air tastes of sugar." Aurora stepped through the seam. Amber sky spread over terraced slopes to the horizon. Vineyards ran in row after row. Orchards crowded between open kitchen pavilions. Braziers smoked. Roasted garlic, browned butter, crushed grapes, and caramelized sugar hit Aurora's nose in one wave. Her tongue watered against her will. Heat settled on her shoulders. Straight black hair brushed her shoulders and stuck to her neck. Her pendant throbbed with each step she took into Dymas. "That smell should be illegal." Isolde crossed the seam and stepped onto black soil. Her boots left no prints. Vine leaves rustled above her. Metal clanged against stone west of the path in a steady rhythm. Aurora turned toward the sound and caught sight of a pavilion roof bright with copper pots. "Belphegor keeps his kitchens open." Aurora lifted her gaze. Warm amber light bathed the slopes and turned every leaf to gold at the edges. She tightened her grip on the dagger. Cold from the moonsilver blade steadied her palm. Nyx's shadow stretched across the path and curled around her boots. "Then the prince can keep his kitchens." "Eat and stay. Refuse and roam. Choose with empty hands." Aurora walked between vine rows. Grapes hung the size of plums. Crimson skins glowed from within, and light pulsed through veins in each fruit. She brushed one grape with a fingertip. Skin split under her touch. Juice ran over her wrist scar and dripped on soil. A drop landed on her lower lip. Honey, smoke, and salt burst across her tongue. Aurora spat into the dirt and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. The pendant hammered against her throat. "One taste binds the tongue. A feast binds the soul." "Nice sales pitch." Orchards opened beyond the vines. Pomegranates, black figs, candied plums, and glowing quince shared branches on the same trees. Jeweled birds pecked at fruit and dropped crumbs of cake on the path. Aurora dodged a crumb and watched it land on a leaf. The crumb steamed and melted into syrup. "Fruit grows for the table." A helbound baker worked dough at a stone bench under a pavilion awning. Flour clouded the air around his hands. His arms moved in a loop. His eyes stared past Aurora toward copper pots. A contract mark glowed on his forearm in iron script. He mouthed words with no sound. "More. More. More." Aurora moved from the bench toward the path. Flour dust settled on her black hair and shoulders. She brushed at her scalp with her free hand. The baker's hands slapped dough. Slap, turn, slap, turn. The rhythm matched the clanging from the pavilion roof. "Contracts feed the kitchens. Kitchens feed the prince." A long table ran through the pavilion center. Silver plates gleamed. Domed dishes steamed. Whole birds, glazed ham, towers of pastry, and bowls of bright fruit covered the surface. No diners sat at the table. Chairs lined the table in a row. Steam curled from a dome and shaped a spiral in amber light. "Do not sit." Aurora raised the dagger toward a domed dish. The leaf blade flared with light. An invisible barrier rang against the steel, and steam rattled inside the dome. Aurora pushed the edge into the barrier. The barrier split with a crack. Steam burst from the dome and stung her eyes with cinnamon. She lowered the dagger and blinked tears from her lashes. "Your wards need work." "Appetite opens doors. Hunger locks them." The path narrowed between vine walls. Heat rose from the soil and dampened Aurora's neck. A canal of golden broth cut between orchards. Spoons floated on the surface and rode the current. Aurora stepped around a spoon and kept her boots dry. Shadows pooled in the broth. Shapes rose and sank under the surface, one after another. "Leave the broth." Pendant heat burned Aurora's throat. She pressed her palm over the gem. Pulse pushed through her fingers. A fountain poured wine from carved stone gourds into a wide basin. Grapes on vines close to the fountain chimed when wind pushed them. Aurora lifted a hand toward the sound. Music stopped. Vines hung limp over the path. Isolde stood among the vines with lavender eyes fixed on Aurora. "Listen with an empty stomach." A stone courtyard opened at the orchard end. A door of dark wood stood in the center wall. Carved teeth lined its frame. Heat breathed from the seam around the door. Spice and roast meat rolled from the seam in waves. Aurora crossed the courtyard with the dagger at her side. The pendant beat at a frantic rate. She reached for the iron handle. Nyx's shadow hand shot from the ground and wrapped around Aurora's sleeve. Shadow fingers tightened and dragged her across the courtyard stones. Aurora stumbled and hit the ground on one knee. The dagger clattered against stone and rang across the courtyard.