One Carpenter Spent His Savings to Keep Five Young Siblings in His Woodshop

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I walked the four steps to the wooden box. The steps were covered in grey industrial carpet that had worn down to the backing near the handrail.

Margaret held out the Bible. The black leather cover was cool and slightly oily under my palm. I swore to tell the truth, my voice sounding thin and dry in the high ceiling of Courtroom Three.

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