This Girl Followed a Puppy Into an Alley—Then Disappeared From Maps
The Garden That Shouldn’t Be
At the end of the hallway, the world opened into a garden. It was overgrown but glowing, with vines that moved like they were breathing. In the center stood a stone table. Four keys rested there. Three were rusted while one was blackened and new: hers.
As she approached, the wind carried whispers again, faster now. The voices were more urgent, and among them, a voice like her own, only older, said, “Choose to forget, or choose to open.” Her hand hovered above the keys. All her choices had led here. She picked up the fourth one. The garden fell silent.
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