The garden was overgrown and uncared for. Themosne tripped down its path, her sandals catching on unsettled cobblestones that hid beneath the moon-shadowed fallen leaves.
She'd been warned not to go into the garden at night. The path alone is treacherous in the dark, the adults had warned her, and to stray from it would be unthinkably more dangerous.
But she had fallen asleep and woken in the garden after sunset. She now found herself, heedless of these warnings, moving down the uneven stone path, farther into the garden, toward the hollow that lay at its heart. Something there called to her, compelled her to delve ever more deeply in spite of the fear she'd been conditioned to feel for the place.
Thick, briar-choked woods encroached on the ancient path. Despite having lost much of their foliage, the branches of the trees formed a thick canopy above. It blotted out all but the most determined of the moon's rays. Here and there, a shaft of wan yellow light shone through an…
She'd been warned not to go into the garden at night. The path alone is treacherous in the dark, the adults had warned her, and to stray from it would be unthinkably more dangerous.
But she had fallen asleep and woken in the garden after sunset. She now found herself, heedless of these warnings, moving down the uneven stone path, farther into the garden, toward the hollow that lay at its heart. Something there called to her, compelled her to delve ever more deeply in spite of the fear she'd been conditioned to feel for the place.
Thick, briar-choked woods encroached on the ancient path. Despite having lost much of their foliage, the branches of the trees formed a thick canopy above. It blotted out all but the most determined of the moon's rays. Here and there, a shaft of wan yellow light shone through an…
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