"Time for us to depart, angel."
A carriage drawn by spectral steeds emerges from the smog.
Two beings travel the ravaged lands of the earth, weighted with glorious purpose.
A hand emerges from the darkened shadows of the coach to caress the swollen belly of his beloved.
She looks out of the window at the barren landscape that lies before her.
"The world is your garden."
The End?
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author's note; alternative ending coming tomorrow folks!
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the garden | michael langdon
Fanfiction"I'd give everything if you would grant my love a pardon, and all the fruits again would fill the garden." Primrose Goode had spent her entire life bathed in the light before she met Michael Langdon. She thinks she has lost him forever until he reap...
