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Chapter Seventy-Nine: Late September

Auteur: Yva/ Yad ombretta
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-02 05:31:39

The garden was copper and gold by the third week of September, and Mr. Osei was pleased about it.

She could tell from the specific way he moved through it—not the working pace, the appreciating pace, the one he had when the garden was doing exactly what he'd designed it to do and he was simply receiving that fact. The south bed had pulled back to its bones, and the bones were right. The oak was turning fully now, the bronze she'd seen at the tips in the first week of September moving through th
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