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Great Britain
Spring 1531
Arabella dipped her quill pen into the ink well and gave it a stir. Tapping the pen along the well’s edge, she gazed out the open window toward the lovely scene spread before her like a never-ending painting. The green acreage of grassy lawn was dotted with apple trees and pines and, beyond them, a sapphire sky seemed to stretch into forever.
Did it stretch all of the way into the 21st century?
Arabella sighed contentedly. She could not imagine herself any happier. And that was a wonder, considering where she had been this same time just one year ago . . .
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