The garden behind the old vicarage had not been tended for seven years, but Eleanor knew every plant by heart. They were hers now—the ivy that climbed the brick walls like fingers reaching for something just out of reach, the roses that had gone wild and bred thorns into their own defense, the lavender that spilled over the stone paths in purple waves, perfume so thick it made the air feel...
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