That day, I was pruning roses in the garden.Grace stood beside me, helping me hold the branches.The sunlight was perfect. The years were quiet.Suddenly, Grace's expression changed, and she stepped in front of me, shielding me behind her.I followed her gaze.Beyond the iron gate not far away stood a person.Her clothes were ragged, her hair long and wild, and her body gave off a sour, filthy odor.But that face, even eaten away by time and suffering, was one I recognized at once.Evelyn Hart.She met my eyes and saw Grace standing in front of me, protecting me firmly.She saw how close we were.She saw the peaceful calm on my face.The last burning flame of mad hope in her eyes went out with a soft, silent snap.Only despair remained, deeper than a black hole.She did not rush forward to cling to me or scream, as I had imagined.She did nothing.She simply stood beyond the cold iron gate and looked at me from far away.Then her knees weakened, and she dropped straig
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