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A CHILD CALLED

Dave's bed was an old army for in the basement, and his clothes were torn and ranch. when his mother allowed him the luxury of food, it was nothing more than spoiled scraps that even dogs refused to eat. the outside world knew nothing of his living nightmare. he had nothing and no one to turn to, but his dreams kept him alive-dreams of someone taking care of him,loving him and calling him their son. Through each struggle you'll find yourself enduring his pain, comforting his loneliness and fighting for his will to survive. This compelling story will awaken you to the truth about child abuse-and the ability we all have to make a difference.

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THE CRIMSON SHADOW