The town, as towns do, adapted again. It made new rules. It made less of the grove into law and more into pamphlets and rituals and coded agreements. They kept the grove at a distance by cutting regular pathways where the ground was treated with salt and stones and the labour of a thousand cautious feet. They stopped letting children stray unchaperoned. They catalogued the things people bartered and built a ledger that sat in the keeper's office like a dumb god. Still, at night when the fog lay low and the moon held its breath, people would whisper the older temptation: perhaps there is an easier way.