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The blazing gold sun wanes in the sky over the still lake, its light rays coming down, touching the water and the…
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When I joined the case at 47 County Street, I didn't know what to expect. As a social worker, I see all…
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The grandfather clock struck eleven as the wealthy old man rubbed his eyes, tired from reading one of his many dusty books…
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