The Wistful Petal
The garden at Thornbury Court had always belonged to the dead, or so Arthur Pemberton believed when he first arrived from Manchester in the damp autumn of 1912. He had come as an entomologist, yes—but the word felt too narrow, too clinical for the work that lay ahead. His aunt Beatrice had left him the estate and its overgrown conservatory in a letter that arrived three weeks after her funeral,...
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