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Bonus chapter. My book on AuthorToday has garnered 3,000 likes, so grab your bonus.   South Wales, England. 1666 from the coming of our Lord.   The horse beneath me snorted nervously and jerked to the side, avoiding yet another half-decomposed corpse on the side of the road, which pulled me from my slumber. I