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Meet Gerry Carroll – son, brother, friend, sometime sleuth (and Catholic priest)

It felt like bleak midwinter, the earth standing hard as iron, even if no frosty wind made moan. For Gerry, it couldn’t have been a bleaker day.  Was it midwinter? He didn’t really care if it was or it wasn’t. … Continue reading

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