They prayed in the street out front. It was, really, all they could do. The buildings were in shambles, cheerless and institutional. The property stood neglected and overrun with weeds. The fences sagged drunkenly, where they stood at all. There were no staff, no supplies, no endowment, no funding whatsoever. Just a few people praying.
At the forefront of the group was Caroline Wolff, and she'd been here before. Not at this site, but in this place—a place of deep need...
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