Chapter11
Author: Little Snail
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CHAPTER 11 — The Woman at the Garden Wall

The side gate wasn't locked.

Lara noticed that first, and something about it — the casual, almost inviting way it swung inward at the lightest push — made the back of her neck prickle before she'd even stepped through. A man who bought a house purely to stare down his ex-wife's family didn't leave his gates unlocked by accident.

But by then her feet had already carried her past the point where turning back felt like an option.

The garden beyond the wall
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