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who the voice belonged to, but it didn't matter. Nana Rose had already
picked up her bag and was pulling on a shawl.
"Hand me my walking stick, girl. We've got to help."
Shaking her head to try to clear the muddle from her mind, Cassie
threw back her blankets and scrambled up from her modest bed. She
clutched the wooden stick her grandmother used to support her ailing
body. It was old and polished smooth from years of use.
"C'mon, girl." Nana Rose grabbed her arm, and they shuffled out of
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