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Callie
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In her dream, Callie heard a knock on a door. It was out of place
in the forest she was walking through so she reluctantly shook off
the babbling brook and birdsong for a reality check. It was not
repeated but she slipped on a robe and went to the back door, the
entrance she used when coming in from the beach. Sandy footprints
led across the deck, to the door, and down the back steps. Sitting
squarely in the middle of the welcome mat was a wooden box. "Colonial
Chocolates, Long Beach, California", she read. No note, no clues,
and no one in sight in the peachy dawn...
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