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It was just after leaving the evening service at the local parish church, that Jimmy Novak heard the crying. He stopped dead, looking around- it was twilight, and the failing light was creating an eerie atmosphere upon the small town in which he lived. On any normal day, ordinary Jimmy with his messy black hair and dark catholic school uniform would just take the long, beaten track back to his house on the edge of town. But for some reason, he felt compelled to search for the source of the child's obvious distress. He sighed and hitched his light brown shoulder bag higher up onto his shoulder, turned around and followed the crying. For ten m