Be Grove Cursed New [Chrome]

“You have bartered little and given much back,” she said. “You refused a single pure thing that would have unmade your grammar. You taught others to keep names. The grove adapts.”

Inside the canopy, the light turned sickly yellow. The air smelled of wet copper and sweet rot. And there, standing perfectly still in a circle around the trunk, were the people of Be Grove. be grove cursed new