Walk Me Through The Garden

Walk Me Through The Garden

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-HIGHEST RANKING: #261 in Historical Fiction- Penelope Lane is a Lady, John Ains is a farmer's son who skips stones on the brook that runs under the castle bridge. Paths will cross, perspectives will change. With her mother sick, and her father and eldest brother building railways across the sea, Penelope is left with her five remaining family members, her brothers. With his parents dead, not enough discipline for school, and not enough schooling for work, John makes his own fun with his friend Henry. This started out as a FanFiction (see Moray's Life Before the Paradise), but I lost inspiration. I always wanted to continue it as a separate book, so here goes. I credit most of my inspiration for this book to the song Penny Lane by The Beatles.
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In Victorian England slums, the oldest and quietest girl of four trying to keep a roof over her family's head accepts a job with an odd staff and mysterious employer. Until she finds out all the maids before her are dead and she must face a mystifying presence has chosen her to be nex Attn: Ebook in Amazon's Kindle. | Alice's POV | December 7th of 1888, what a cold day it was, the wind of the winter blew right through my thin outfit and my teeth battered against one another as I tried to say goodbye... ***************************** No part, character, names, plot, setting, conflict or resolution, point of view, theme or symbolism of this story may be replicated. Copyright: All Rights Reserved to A. Sena Gomes.

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