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

far end, Margaret, the family court clerk, was already at her window, sorting through a tall stack of folders.

She looked up as I approached, her fingers slowing on the paper. She had worked in this building for thirty years, her gray hair pinned back in a neat bun, and she knew every face that came through the double doors.

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