The Garden of Mirrors
Act I: The House The house stood at the end of a lane lined with cypress trees that looked like sentinels guarding something they had been ordered to forget. William Ashworth noticed them immediately—the trees, not the something. He had a habit of noticing things that others overlooked, and it was both his greatest talent and his most dangerous weakness. He had come to America from Edinburgh at...
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