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It was a crisp fall morning. Isaac stood at the open door and breathed in the cool air. It smelled like damp earth and fallen leaves. High overhead, the sky was a brilliant blue, hidden only by a few fluffy white clouds. Marianne and Charlie had already disappeared around the