Dianthus Park by A. K. McVicker

People disappear every day, never to be seen or heard from again. 

Or do they?

Tucked away behind hedgerows and half-forgotten paths lies Dianthus Park—a place not found on any map. Those who arrive here come at the brink of death, drawn by something they can’t name and welcomed by those who ask no questions. In this quiet village where time drifts like mist and kindness flourishes in every garden bed, the lost are given a second chance.

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