1. In Voice

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It was a glorious early summer morning. William Harvey walked down the stairs from the flat he shared with his wife Margaret and savoured the familiar smells of the bookshop. He looked at the clock on the wall; it was three minutes to nine. William unlocked the door and opened it, letting in the already warm street scented air and the sounds of the early morning traffic. He slid the bust of William Sha...

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