Forgotten Garden

Forgotten Garden

by (australia) Kate Morton

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Kate Morton, the female writer who created a sales miracle in the southern hemisphere, swept the best-selling novel lists in many countries in the northern hemisphere! Kate Morton's works have been sold well in 42 countries and regions and translated into 34 languages. The total sales volume of her works has exceeded 10 million copies! Every past that is unwilling to be forgotten hides an unknown secret. In 1930, on Nell's 21st birthday, her life was completely changed by a secret. Her father told her that she was an adopted orphan. 45 Years later, Nair came to the UK from Australia to search for her life experience, and found out that she had died at the age of 4. 75 Years later, Nair's granddaughter Cassandra inherited Nair's mysterious legacy - a labyrinth garden in England that she had never heard of. What secret does Nelle have? Why did she buy Maze Garden? Why is the Maze Garden forgotten? Cassandra decided to unravel these mysteries...

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User 53520001256388mo ago

Kate Morton, the female writer who created a sales miracle in the southern hemisphere, swept the best-selling novel lists in many countries in the northern hemisphere! Kate Morton's works are sold in 42 countries and regions and translated into 34 languages.

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Smooth Sailing88mo ago

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U21946575788mo ago

Passing by ah ah ah

It looks good to support it

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User 53980008525888mo ago

Passing by, hope not to miss it.

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User 53980055231688mo ago

That's the number, my boy. Three is the number of time. Aren't we talking about the past, present and future? Three is the number of family. Aren't we talking about father, mother and children? Three is the number of the fairies, and do we not seek them among the oaks, ashes, and thorns?

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User 53200022483588mo ago

If you're passing by, please support me.

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V Leicht86mo ago

The writing is very detailed, as if you were immersed in the scene. The storyline almost gave me a heart attack! Well, yes, that's it. Let me read every word and sentence very carefully. Life is like a line, a dislocation. What you may get is intersection, or lingering, or eternal parallelism.

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User 53980055231688mo ago

Men near and far, who she guessed were sailors, were shouting at each other, their rough and high-pitched voices full of the salty smell of sea water. The sound of ship horns, tin whistles and oars in the distance bulges the eardrums. Higher up, gray seagulls croaked, their spread wings bathed in the bright sunshine.

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