Prologue

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     The night was dark and stormy. The wind howled like a wolf, and the trees shook as if they were in terrible agony. I knew that something was wrong, but I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came, not wanting to think about it. Now I realized I should have listened, but of course, it was too late. My father was gone.   

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