Cate read and felt the old caution unfurl: not a legend to be tested lightly, but a warning wrapped in an invitation. The seam—she realized—was the narrow track that had brought her here. Past it lay the unknown. The ash tree made a small pool of safety, but the note’s last admonition—do not linger—felt urgent, like a parent’s whispered fright. The clover beneath her feet hummed faintly, a vibration she could not yet name.