Dawn had barely cut its way through the window in Edward's room when he awoke the next morning. He got up slowly and moved over to the curtains, pushed them apart and stared into the lush courtyard of Paradis Perdu. Golden-brown leaves abandoned by their tall wooden hosts adorned the stone pathways snaking through the garden. The rectangular bushes lining the paths had been pruned to perfection, and in the center sat a mushroom-shaped stone fountain. On its edge, facing inward, stood ...