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EPILOGUE ONE YEAR LATER Outside Leadville, Colorado Little flurries of snow swirled past the kitchen window. It was a cold Colorado morning, the Rocky Mountains refusing to surrender their white caps to the green of spring just yet. The sky was cloudy with patches of pale blue peeking through. The warm interior space with its adjoining dining area was sized just right for a cozy atmosphere. The aroma of sizzling bacon wafted through the room as I sat on an oak dining chair at the table. On the counter, a small TV broadcast the morning's news.     A blonde woman dressed in a conservative blue pant suit read the top story. "Today marked a