The day Mary Dawson was buried, a chilly breeze blew across Oakwood Cemetery. Her family and neighbors silently mourned the most dedicated matriarch in the little village. However, a single, piercing scream from her six-year-old grandson Michael—a youngster who had never spoken a word in his life—broke the silence as her casket sank into the ground.
The Dawson family would …
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