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Chapter Thirty-One- The Territory Offer

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-04-23 14:58:49

He came to the east garden the following evening as well.

I had not gone to the terrace. Neither of us had suggested changing the location and neither of us had needed to. The east garden had become ours the way the terrace had been ours, without arrangement or declaration, simply by the fact of having been there together and choosing to return. The stone wall. The frost. The sky darkening above the bare winter plants and the stars appearing in the same order every night, east to west, the way
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