The Distant Garden
The road to the estate of Lord Ashworth was not paved, but it was worn smooth by the feet of those who had walked it before us, a ribbon of grey earth that seemed to dissolve into the mist as it climbed the hill. We walked in silence. I walked beside Eleanor, her hand tight in mine, a knot of flesh and bone that held me together when the wind threatened to tear me apart. We were not here for...
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