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“On the days Walter came to her apartment, to write down the stories of her butterflies, he always prayed with her, that in their weaknesses- both his and hers- God would be strong. That she would rely on the Creator more than her own creation. She needed that strength now to face her demons. To remember the good things about Oliver without so many of the regrets.”

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Shadows of Ladenbrooke Manor

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