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 The garden grew and grew, until there was hardly space left for any more creatures.

Miss Helen was tired now. Her hands were stiff and sore. Her eyes were going blind from working with tiny bits of glass.

She wasn’t afraid of being alone. But she was still afraid of the dark. And her world was getting darker and darker. She knew that soon she wouldn’t be able to see anything at all.