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“This was, however, 1915, and if the better classes clasped to themselves a semblance of the old order, it did little more than obscure the chaos beneath their feet. During the war the very fabric of English society was picked apart and rewoven. Necessity dictated that women work outside the home, be it on their own or that of their employers', and so women put on men's boots and took control of trams and breweries, factories and fields. Upper-class women signed on for long stretches nursing in the mud and gore of France or, for a lark, put on smocks and gaiters and became Land Girls during the harvest. The harsh demands of king and country and the constant anxieties over the fighting men reduced the rules of chaperonage to a minimum; people simply had no energy to spare for the proprieties.”

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The Beekeeper's Apprentice

In this captivating story, a young woman with a remarkable talent for observation and deduction meets an enigmatic beekeeper. Together, they embark on a journey that intertwines the natural world of bees with the arcane arts of magic, leading to a series of intriguing mysteries. The narrative delves into the complexities of their evolving relationship and the challenges they face as they navigate the boundaries between the known and the unknown. more

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Laurie R. King
Laurie R. King

Laurie R. King is an American author renowned for her detective novels, which often blend historical settings with literary and detective elements. Born in September 1952, King began her writing career in the 1980s. more

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