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Chapter 257: The Eighth Clara
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2026-08-10 14:15:11
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THE CEO ALREADY KNEW Chapter 257: The Eighth Clara
Clara the Eighth had not expected to stay.She had come to the garden as a pilgrim, drawn by her grandmother's letters, by the stories she'd grown up with. She had expected to stay a year, maybe two. She had expected to pay her respects and return to Dublin, to her flat near the canal, to the bookshop where she'd worked before the pull of the garden became impossible to ignore.But the garden had other plans."I'm staying," she told the photograph of her grandmother—the seventh Clara, the one who had written The Seventh Clara, the one who had died in the window seat with her face turned toward the sun.The photograph didn't answer.But somewhere, in the wind, she felt something that might have been approval.---The first year was the hardest.Not because the work was difficult—Clara had grown up helping her grandmother in the garden, had learned the names of roses before she learned the names of her classmates. But the weight of the place was different. The graves. The letters. The g
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