The Garden of Rust
The Garden of RustChapter OneThe iron box was not there.Clementine stood at the abandoned station platform, the rusted bench scraping her thighs through her dress, and stared at the space where the loose wooden plank used to be. Beneath it, her father had hidden the deed to Thornwood and a letter she hadn't been brave enough to read.The plank was still there, moved but not broken. The box was...
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