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“Fetter Lane,' read Edie. "Fetters are chains. Like handcuffs, On your legs," said George. "I know," she said. "They don't go in for cheerful, do they, these City people naming their streets? I even saw a Bleeding Heart Yard once. Had a horrible atmosphere. I didn't touch anything and got out as fast as I could.”

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Stoneheart

Stoneheart is a young adult fantasy novel that delves into themes of family, courage, and the struggle for freedom. The story follows Alex, a young boy who discovers that his brother is missing and that he is the key to a prophecy that could change the fate of the world. As Alex embarks on a perilous journey, he encounters various challenges and allies, all while trying to uncover the truth behind the Magisterium and its intentions. more

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Charlie Fletcher
Charlie Fletcher

Charlie Fletcher, born in 1960, is a talented screenwriter whose works span a variety of genres, known for his unique perspective and profound insights. more

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