The Distant Garden
The garden did not begin with seeds but with a door. Eleanor Whitcombe found it on a Tuesday in late October, the kind of afternoon when the light slants low and everything takes on the quality of a memory before it has even become one. She had been walking from the bus stop on Hammersmith Broadway, her coat pulled tight against that particular damp cold which has nothing to do with temperature...
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