— “Nothing grows in your garden, dear, because a dead man comes to visit you.
Eleonora froze with the small, delicate hand rake in her hands, and her fingers uncurled on their own in surprise. The wooden tool fell with a soft thud onto the dry, cracked earth. She didn’t even manage to gasp—the voice that sounded behind her was so sudden and piercing. It was like the creak of […]
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