The Devil's Plaything
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"But it's a beginning."
"Yes," he said quietly. "That's all I'm asking for."
We stood in the garden as the October afternoon deepened around us, the cold settling in the patient way that late autumn cold does — unhurried, thorough, in no rush. The roses had gone to their winter state, stripped back to their bare bones, thorned and minimal, keeping what they needed underground where the frost couldn't reach it. They looked, as they always did at this time of year, less like living things than like the idea of living things.
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