By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 25, 2012 Cathedral of Peace By Dorothy Clapp Robinson Previous chapter Chapter Eleven When the storm was over, the sun rose on a cold, white earth. As soon as the chores were done, Bob put on his overshoes and turned his face toward the Elkhorn. “Where is he going?” Turner asked, as standing by the window he saw him start away. Carolyn came to stand by him. “I think I know,” she said softly. Turn...
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