Robert Lockwood looked down at the table, empty save a few papers and a Bible. Only the light of a small fire kept the darkness at bay. The wailing of a nor'easter outside the shuttered windows echoed the emotions he could not express. Whether from reluctance or an overwhelming flood of emotions, he felt only numbness in the flickering room.

The New World had seemed a dream when he first arrived with his brother Edmund in 1630. Finally, a pure man of . . .

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