It’s #bookqw and Annmar won’t be ‘made’ to comply.

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Derby, England

September 1868

A volley of curses rang out, adding to the noise of sputtering steam engines and the clanking from the open windows in the towering factory walls. Giving a side-glance to the drivers of two mechanized carts that had nearly collided, Annmar Masterson walked on. She had precious few minutes to ensure she had her lines right. “While I appreciate your conside...