Rosemont Guide

Elias looked at his heavy iron tools, then at the dying garden visible through the window. He realized then that the heir hadn't hired him to unlock a door, but to break a curse that required a living soul to tend to the thorns. As the gates behind him vanished into a wall of thick, flowering brush, Elias set down his wrench and picked up a pair of shears.

The townspeople of Oakhaven called it a ghost story. To Elias, a local locksmith, it was a challenge. He had been hired by a distant heir to finally clear the estate, but when he stepped onto the grounds, the air didn't smell of decay—it smelled of a June morning in full bloom. Rosemont

The rusted iron gates of hadn’t been opened in forty years, yet every morning, a fresh bouquet of tea roses appeared on the threshold. Elias looked at his heavy iron tools, then