ALANA"I know a place you might like," Barry said, his eyes shining with genuine excitement.He led me along a narrow path on the eastern side of the garden, far from the main building, toward an old wooden pavilion half-hidden behind a cluster of willow trees. Its white paint had begun to fade, but the delicate carvings on each pillar were still clearly visible, showing how beautiful the place must have been in its prime."This was my mother's old greenhouse," Barry said softly as he opened the wooden door, which creaked from years of disuse. "Before she passed away, she used to spend a lot of time here."I stepped inside slowly, greeted by the scent of damp earth mixed with the fragrance of wildflowers growing haphazardly in cracked pots and on weathered wooden shelves. Sunlight filtered through the dusty glass panes, casting soft patterns of shadows across the floor."It's beautiful," I murmured honestly, touching one of the vines that had somehow managed to survive despite being l
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