After dinner, Lucille remembered the study she had passed earlier, its walls lined with impressive rows of bookshelves. Unable to resist its pull, she hesitantly asked if she might take a look.Jonas lit up at the request. In an age dominated by all things digital, his dust-covered library rarely drew visitors. Now that he had found someone who shared his passion enough to ask, he eagerly led Lucille there himself.The library spanned two levels, spacious and furnished in a simple yet elegant style. The room was utterly silent, and a faint trace of sandalwood aroma lingered in the air, soothing the mind at once.The moment Lucille stepped inside, her gaze landed on a thread-bound antique book on the top shelf. Its spine was worn, but every inch of it bore the unmistakable marks of age.She rose onto her toes and, with Otto's help, brought it down.Bold, forceful characters adorned the cover: The Craft of Gardens.Lucille lightly brushed her fingers over the cover. Her breath quic
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