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Prologue May 7, 2002 AN EERIE, FINGERLIKE MIST rose from the lake, luring Karis to the water’s edge. She stepped off the trail, shivering in…

“I told Momma not to plant that elderberry bush, but she wouldn’t listen to me.” Lindsey’s voice carried a note of hysteria. “And now this.”…

Inside, the teenage girl straightened the boxes, her long hair falling to one side. She’d re-stocked the shelves yesterday—fifteen heated rollers, fifteen curling irons, but…

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People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart. 1 Samuel 16:7 (NIV)   Neda smiled at her creations—cider house pork on cracked wheat…