Chapter 3 - THE MARK BENEATH THE HEARTHBy the middle of December, Clara could carry a basic conversation with her hands.

She also knew Elias kept three knives sharpened, never sat with his back to a window, and checked the tree line whenever ravens rose suddenly from the forest.
Those habits did not belong to a peaceful farmer.
One morning, Clara found two sets of fresh boot prints circling the house and stopping beneath her bedroom window.
Elias denied knowing who had made them, but his expression suggested otherwise.
That afternoon, while moving ash from the fireplace, she found a symbol carved into the side of the lowest hearthstone.
Time and soot had nearly erased it: a pine tree split by a five-pointed star.
When Elias saw it, the shovel fell from his hand.
He knelt and traced the carving with one finger.
Silas, he signed.
Silas Hart was the man who had raised him. Clara knew only that Silas had died the previous summer and left Elias the farm.
“Was that his mark?”
Elias nodded.
He went to a shelf and removed a weathered photograph. It showed a broad-shouldered man with a silver beard standing beside a wagon. A much younger Elias stood in front of him, perhaps nine years old, one hand wrapped in cloth around his head.
On the wagon door was the same pine-and-star symbol.
Clara pointed to the bandage in the photograph.
Elias looked away.
After a long silence, he wrote on the slate:
The night Silas found me, a freight wagon burned in Mercer Pass. I remember fire. I remember my mother shouting. I remember waking in his house and hearing nothing.
“Your parents died?”
He wrote:
Silas said they did.
“Did he know them?”
Elias hesitated, then underlined the word said.
Silas said no.
That evening, Elias searched the cabin for signs of entry. Behind a row of books, he found dust disturbed on the wall. In the barn, a locked chest had been forced open.
Nothing obvious was missing.
Clara thought of Alden’s interest in the marriage arrangement. His insistence that she live on Elias’s property until spring. His questions before she left town:
Does the farmer keep papers?
Does he have a safe?
Did Silas leave a will?
At the time, she had assumed Alden was protecting his wager.
Now she wondered whether the wager had been protecting something else.
Three nights later, a letter arrived from Julian.
My dear cousin,
I hope married life has not frozen your delicate spirit. Father asks whether the cabin contains any old boxes, maps, or papers marked with a pine tree. Consider the question part of our agreement.
Clara read the letter twice, then fed it to the fire.
She did not notice Elias standing in the dark near the loft.
May you like
He had not read the page.
But he had seen the fear on her face.
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