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The Secret in the Oak
The Secret in the Oak: A Codicil of Dust and Gold The funeral soil hadn’t even settled over Dad’s grave when my older brother,…
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The Ghost of Maple Lane The hardware store invoice arrived on a Thursday, folded neatly inside a crisp, white envelope that looked entirely too…
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