Olga

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“I-I fear I am unwell, ma’am,” I say. “Might I lie abed awhile longer?” I wince. I sound like a community-theater player in a period drama. Even my voice isn’t my own. It’s the higher pitch I heard earlier, with a thick Scottish brogue.
A Rip Through Time (A Rip Through Time #1)
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