The Garden of Lost Worlds
The seeds came in the rain. Martha Wheeler would swear to that on a Bible she hadn't touched since her husband's funeral in 1941. She found them in the flower bed beside the back porch—three seeds that were not seeds, not exactly. They were the size of marbles, smooth and silver, and when she picked one up, it was warm, as though it had been sitting in the sun rather than lying in the cold...
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