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When I texted Mika to tell her what we’d found, she offered to have Mrs. Stephenson, her clerk, watch the store so she could come right over. I was grateful because if we needed to stop the demolition of the house, we only had three days — less than three days — to do it. And something told me we would probably need to stop the demolition.
Neither Mary nor I was willing to do that based on a couple of paragraphs of cryptic journals, though. The church had invested a lot of time and money in architectural renderings and site plans for the new addition, and we weren’t going to mess that up for just a hint of a reason. For five years, the members had been donating extra money to add on new Sunday School rooms and a Fellowship Hall that would allow them to turn the basement room they’d use
