They stopped at the hollow. Old Ben lowered his head and scraped the ground once. Twice. On the third scrape, a pebble fell into a darkness that hadn't been there before. A crack in the world. And from that crack came the sound of living water, laughing as it rose.

By dawn, a small spring bubbled up through the gravel. By noon, the hollow was a mirror of sky. Elara sat on the bank, her feet in the cold water, and wrote a new entry in the Kine Book:

She turned off the flashlight. In the absolute dark, she listened.

"That was a boy's fancy, Ellie. We dug there. Nothing but dry gravel."

"Show me," she whispered.