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Of The Black River Prologue It's late April in Roxbury, New Jersey. The weather was still cold; spring seemed so far away, with highs around the 50's and lows around the 30's. Today was no less cold, no less grey, and no less dreary, but that didn't stop a joyful wedding party from parading down the street towards a modest, single-story house with slate-color siding and washed blue shutters. The joyous occasion had taken place at the local church, and the house was only a block away. Heading the party of old friends and new relatives, was a little girl, she couldn't have been older than six, whose cheery disposition could be seen in her