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The gate led to a path so old that it had sunk into the earth. Not because she was disliked or because she was timid, but because she was dreaming on her feet while everyone else was walking. Proserpina was last because Proserpina was always last. Sebastian drag the thing open far enough that all six of them could squeeze through. Rebecca only rolled her eyes and helped St. Sebastian kicked it open.īecket fretted, and Delphine yelled about the torn spiderweb and the spider that no longer had a home. And only an exploring child would have bothered to crawl under the small fountain at the statue’s base to find the secret inside.įinally, after a dark and damp journey through the tunnel even Auden hadn’t known about, they came to a gate with a latch rusted right through. Then there was the maze-which only Auden could navigate with any confidence, this being his house after all-and it only took a single hour to find the center, and in the center, the roses twining around the base of the stone Adonis and Aphrodite, all their blooms white and fragrant and blown.įat bees blundered in a drunken crowd.

The adults were busy with whatever it was that kept them cloistered and murmuring in the library, and the children were otherwise unsupervised since no one thought any harm could come to them this far into the countryside. There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.įirst, there was the escape, which wasn’t an escape at all, really.

Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing

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