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“Social and cultural history is often comprised of whatever diaries and letters remain and that is down to chance and wide open to interpretation.”

Quote by Sara Sheridan

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Sara Sheridan
Sara Sheridan

Sara Sheridan is a British writer born in 1968. Her works span across historical novels, children's literature, and adult fiction. Sheridan is known for her rich imagination and deep understanding of history, often blending elements of mystery and adventure in her novels. more

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