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.
At first, nothing. Then, a soft, distant rumble. Not thunder. Not a train. It was the earth breathing. She pressed her palm to the dry soil, and it was cold. Damp-cold. kine book
"Show me," she whispered.
Elara looked from the city's haze to the hollow. "The Kine Book says there's water under the hollow. Grandfather marked it with a star." They stopped at the hollow