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A Day in My Life ~ Vicky Casey by Vicki Delany

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I’ve done it! I’ve actually done it! I’d hoped, of course, that my dream would come true, and I worked so hard to achieve it. But still that little voice in the back of my head kept telling me I was wasting my time But I wasn’t and it’s now actually a thing. A physical (and electronic!) thing. Something I can hold in my hands, and admire to my heart’s content; something I can modestly show to everyone and say, equally modestly, “Oh, this.
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A Day in My Life ~ Rene Renault by M.A. Monnin

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Egypt has always been a problem. René Renault here, speaking to you from Lyon, France. As Director of Interpol’s Cultural Heritage Division, I keep a steady eye on any movement of Ancient Egyptian artifacts. Perhaps you saw me on TV last year when I reported our great success in recovering over 100 Egyptian artifacts. You might have thought that was our President Emmanuel Macron making the announcement. No. I’ve been told that I resemble him, with glasses. Yes, glasses.
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A Day in My Life ~ Catherine Tilney by Nancy Bilyeau

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Looking out my bedchamber window, I couldn’t see the trees or the garden I knew to be near Harrowden House, much less the distant tower of rocks called Hound Tor. It was two hours to sundown, but the mists of Dartmoor moved swiftly. At first they were white tendrils snaking along the ground, but then the most rose to encircle the trees and scraggly bushes like a vengeful admirer forsaking his hiding place to smother prey. I fiddled with the necklace hanging around my throat.
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