The gardens were peaceful this time of night. Bathed in the rays of a dying sun, its shadowed pathways led to places of solitude; its silvery pools to places of reflection. As a youth, Willard had spent many an evening whiling away the hours here, alone more often than not. Out here, he had a...
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