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Chapter 244: The View from Here

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The rosebush grew tall.

Ten years after Lucky died, it had climbed the south wall, tangled itself around the trellis, and claimed a corner of the garden as its own. The blooms were pink—the same pink as the roses in my fourth book, the same pink as the dress I'd worn to Clara's wedding, the same pink as the sunset over the mountains on the night Celeste first said she loved me.

"I think it's trying to take over," Celeste said.

We were in the garden, as we always were on summer evenings. Her han
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