Dusk till dawn
Her body ached with the effort, but she pushed herself, driven by a determination she hadn’t felt in years. Her garden was her sanctuary, her oasis of tranquility, and she was not about to let anyone violate it. As the sun began to set, Jane hung multiple lines around the garden, stringing them with small bells she’d found in the attic. Her hands shook slightly with the effort.
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