She did not banish the grove. That was impossible. Even the town’s new rituals were not armor against forgetting, merely a domestic art of repair. The grove still gave and it still took. Wanderers still came with an ache in their pockets. The grove continued to test them. Its bargains remained exact. It learned. They learned. The ledger grew thicker and the town stranger and more whole for it.
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From that day forward, Be Grove was said to be cursed. Strange and terrifying events began to occur, and the town was plagued by an otherworldly presence. Residents reported hearing eerie whispers and screams in the dead of night, and people began to disappear. Those who ventured into the woods would return with haunted eyes, as if they had seen something that they could never forget.
It began to bloom at odd hours with things neither alive nor clearly made. There were nights when statues of animals that had never lived were found arranged around the sycamore, their stone faces worn with expression. There were mornings when the town's wells returned coin-shaped stones stamped with faces that were almost people's. Once, a caravan of birds dropped from the canopy, dead as thought and raked out of feather like letters. The grove had learned to compose not just in the currency of objects but in the syntax of wonder.
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