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The grove greeted her with a wind that smelled like lime and ashes; inside it the leaves rearranged themselves into the names of people who had once dared. Mara sat beneath the sycamore that had once circled the pool. The old woman in the map-skin came and stood before her, and the face of the woman was simply the grove's face. She knelt and took Mara's hand like a person taking another person's pulse.

Some years later, the grove grew stranger. be grove cursed new

Mara walked with no hesitation. Her map pulsed like a pulse, and the scratches on the paper told her when to turn and when to keep straight. Once, between two leaning elders, she found a ring of hand-sized stones set in a shallow hollow. Within that ring the air smelled of bread and iron, and in the center, a child's shoe lay as though someone had simply stepped out of it. The shoe was too small for the stride of the town's adults, but it had been worked with affection — a slender tassel at the tongue, a ribbon rotted to threads. She did not pick it up. The ring made small sounds as the wind knifed through it, words no human voice could shape. She recorded everything she saw on the back of her map with a pin of ink — each notch a new ledger entry. The grove greeted her with a wind that