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was not a shack. It had never been a shack. It had been a small, solid, carefully built place that a man named Josiah Whitmore had put on a piece of land in 1847 and made as plain and quiet and sturdy as he knew how to make it, for the use of people who needed somewhere safe to stop. And it had done its work, and then it had stood and waited through continue reading …
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