Behind the Door Knocker
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Last published Sat, Feb 28, 2015
The winter of 1857 was relentless and unforgiving, much like fate. It swooped down on those who did not expect it and took them away never to be seen again.
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When Clara was seven her father was taken. Not killed like they had told her, but taken, taken somewhere far away. Somewhere Clara had never heard about until now.
Her one wish was to find her father again, but now, almost eight years later her hope is starting to fade.
But will a mysterious blond boy with a box full of keys and a shed of doors bring back that hope and the possibility that her father may yet be found?
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