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

Posted on January 20, 2013 by

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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