The Distant Garden
Chapter One Lucia Costa was on her knees, wiping grime from the lock mechanism with a rag that had once been a shirt, when the dream began. She did not see the garden, a place of impossible greenery mapped only in her late father’s blueprints, but she felt the heat of it against her face, a phantom sun that did not exist in the dim, damp archive. Her hands kept moving, scrubbing the brass,...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews