The Distant Garden
The rose garden at the end of the lane had not been tended for seven years, but Eleanor Whitfield could still walk every path in her sleep. Seven years since Arthur left — not died, left — walked out the front door with a suitcase and a sentence he never finished: "I have to—" and then he was gone, and the garden went wild, and she became a woman who measured time in seasons of untended...
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