The Distant Garden
"The Distant Garden" The hedgerow ended where the lane turned to gravel, and there it was—a walled garden no bigger than a sitting room, but enclosed in ivy so thick it might have grown from the inside out. Clara Hargreave stood at the iron gate, her fingers finding the latch without looking, as though her hands remembered what her mind had deliberately forgotten. Seven years. Seven years since...
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