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	<title>A Bugle For The New Day</title>
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	<description>A Bugle For The New Day, original novel in progress</description>
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		<title>Rowena and the Welsh Cob</title>
		<description>Another extract from the novel "A Bugle For The New Day" by Frank Pearson.
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The wind had freshened in the valley, bringing with it a hint of brine from the sea, and Rowena gratefully pushed the prop under her line of washing, hoisting it into welcoming breeze, her eyes roving over ...</description>
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		<title>Tom Gippo</title>
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Glyn squinted and saw, even at that distance, the shabbiness of the riders. "They are not of us?" he asked uneasily.

"No by God. I thought them gone, but back they are, may the saints preserve us. "

"Bad men, Dada?"

"The worst. Irish."

"From over the sea?"

"Under it I am thinking. Gypsies...rogues...vagabonds. Cheat ...</description>
		<link>http://digital-newworld.com/fiction/2008/01/13/tom-gippo/</link>
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		<title>Journey to the mine</title>
		<description>Time to go, with talk down to hushed tones and last minute instructions and bags being hoisted with much looking around as though they never expected to see the place again. Out into the welcoming sunshine, greeting them like warriors off to war. Men were coming from all directions, filling ...</description>
		<link>http://digital-newworld.com/fiction/2008/01/05/journey-to-the-mine/</link>
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		<title>Breakfast</title>
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"Megan; My shirt, woman! On the scarecrow is it?"
His Father's voice. The Monday morning one.
"Under your big nose. Follow it to your drawer and bite you, it will."
The sound of his Father's back row bass was like a bucket of water over his Brothers, Ifor and Rhys, in the next ...</description>
		<link>http://digital-newworld.com/fiction/2008/01/04/breakfast/</link>
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		<title>Chapter One&#8230;Awakening</title>
		<description>A Bugle For The New Day
by
Frank Pearson
BOOK ONE
CHAPTER ONE
1897
Wild and chilling to the blood, the cry of the great bird echoed down from the rocky heights into that enclosed upland valley, and lesser creatures scurried for cover in the first probing light. Predatory eyes sought the unaware and little sounds ...</description>
		<link>http://digital-newworld.com/fiction/2008/01/02/chapter-one/</link>
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		<title>Introduction</title>
		<description>Welcome to my new website. It is my intention to make this subdomain dedicated to fiction, and general writing. The main feature of this site is an uploading of an original novel, chapter by chapter, as a work in progress. The novei will be interspersed by entries of general fiction ...</description>
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