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The man stared at the flower bed. Scarlet petals bursting forth from the centre; it truly was a sight to behold. Gently he knelt, examined the soil, and with the grace of an albatross in flight, he plucked a petal from the rose. His chest swelled with pride. He had done it. He would finally save his wife.

But a vague thought stroked the back of his mind... this was his chance. The human dream. He could achieve it.

Pale as a ghost in the summertime, a woman sat in the garden. She admired the roses. It would be her...