She didn’t expect to remember.
But the garden did.
Drawn back to its shifting paths and watchful blooms, she inhales the scent of a single flower—and is transported to a forgotten day she and he once shared.
But not all memories the garden offers are hers.
When a vine brushes her hand, she glimpses something older, deeper—a presence, perhaps, waiting to be recalled.
You’ve reached the inner keep.
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