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[nopolicelikeholmes]

There is a young lady in the square. It may not have been obvious when she appeared; she's just a normal woman - taller than average - in a brown trenchcoat. But she's there now, looking about her with a sense of curiosity that seems to want to take in everything and store it away forever. She's staring, possibly staring at you and reading you like a book. And apparently you're one of those really good books - the kind with more questions than answers, the kind that keeps you turning the pages long after you should have gone to bed - because her dark eyes glimmer with interest at each new aspect she notices and there's just the hint of a smile on her lips.

"Amazing," she murmurs to no one in particular, "no two of them are alike."

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[nopolicelikeholmes]

Shirley was not particularly moved.

"So, it's one of those things that's been a fixture of the society it came from for a long time, yet it's been known to move around?"

[element_wizard]

He rubs his face briefly. "Okay. Let me try to explain. You're in fairy. The landscape is mutable. The Grove is from my part of fairy. Fairy is older than human society, the fey are older than human society.

"The Grove was created when the seven eldest children of the seven oldest fey were murdered with iron and then hung in there."

Alec paused here. "This is the first time anyone in fairy had been murdered and it was with iron. This place reflects and changes if you're strong enough. The first born are the most powerful fey alive. Can you imagine what sort of emotion - from the children dying to their parent's grief and rage - was funneled into that location?"