Chapter 3: The Weight of the Key
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I stared at the spot where Julian had stood, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The silver key glinted in the dirt, looking far too clean for such a filthy place. I scooped it up, the cold metal biting into my palm, and shoved it deep into my pocket just as the heavy thud of boots echoed through the trees.
"Evelyn! Is that you?"
It was Silas, the Head Harvester. He pushed through the brush, his face flushed and sweating. He looked at my half-empty satchel and then at my stained hands.
"You’re late," he barked, though his eyes darted nervously toward the shadows I had been staring at. "The Elders are already at the gate. They’re jumpy today. Something’s stirred up the woods."
"I found a difficult patch," I lied, my voice steady despite the adrenaline. "I’m coming."
As we walked back toward Oakhaven, the high stone walls of the village loomed like a fortress. To the others, those walls meant safety. To me, today, they felt like the bars of a cage. Every time the wind whistled through the trees, I heard Julian’s voice: The Council's orders don't reach this far.
At the gate, the Agents were out in force. They were checking every bag, every bundle of herbs. They weren't looking for forbidden plants; they were looking for something specific. One Agent, a man with a jagged scar across his nose, stopped me. He looked at my face, then down at my pockets.
"Anything unusual today, Harvester?" he asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"Just the usual thorns and silence," I replied, forcing myself to look him in the eye.
He lingered for a second too long, his gaze trailing over my features in a way that made my skin crawl—confirming that being pretty in Oakhaven was often more of a curse than a blessing. Finally, he stepped aside.
I made it to my small hut on the edge of the village, my body trembling the moment I closed the door. I pulled the silver key out. It wasn't just a key; it had a small symbol etched into the bow—a root twisted into the shape of a heart.
I knew that symbol. It was hidden on the underside of the Elder’s Great Table in the Town Hall.
Julian hadn't just given me a gift; he had given me a death sentence if I got caught. But as the sun set and the forest outside began its nightly chorus of groans and whispers, I knew I couldn't stay away. The Opposite Attraction I felt wasn't just to the man, but to the truth he represented.
I tucked the key under my floorboard and started a small fire. I was a Harvester. I was used to digging. And tonight, I would start digging into the secrets of Oakhaven.
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