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Proologe

Central Park, New York; a young girl walks with her grandma and dog, Blaze. They seem lost. "It was here...someplace." The grandma mutters, and her grandchild whines, "But we've already been past here!" Her grandmother chuckles nervously and says, " Heh. The trees have...grown so big...it's been so long since my last visit." They turn around and go down a different path. "C'mon, Blaze...Grandma, where was the last time you were here?" The young girl asked as her grandmother smiled. "Ha, years and years ago-----way before you were born, darling." Suddenly Blaze starts barking.

The girl stops and kneels to her dog. Then she takes off the musher's hat she's been wearing and gives it to her grandma. "Blaze is getting tired." She says, and her grandmother laughs, " Oh, I see..." She looks down at the hat she's holding as if trying to remember something. "Grandma, what are we looking for, any matter?" The girl says, and her grandmother smiles, " Ah...a memorial." The woman looks down, sees her grandchild's confused expression, and shakes her head smiling.

" A reminder of a wonderful story...and a place very far away from here." She says and goes and sits with the girl on a bench. "What place is that, Grandma?" The girl asks, "Nome, Alaska. It's a small town almost on top of the world. Now that was in the middle of nowhere, darling...in the cold winter of 1925...it was snowing hard. Back then, the fastest and most reliable fashion of getting around was by teams of dogs pulling long sleds...races were held every year to find out the best team...and the competition was very fierce."

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