Prisoners
A few weeks from retirement, a scientist looks back at her wasted life with regret. Now, at the end of her career, she is offered a chance to make a real difference to someone. But she’s been safely sheltered for so long… will she take the risk of a lifetime?
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Written by Anne Stringer
Narrated by Marilyn Taylor
Promos
J.C. Hutchins’ The Brink
http://jchutchins.net/site/the-brink/
Angel Between the Line Auditions
http://www.angelbetweenthelines.com
Balticon 43
http://balticon.org/
Prisoners
Copyright 2009 Anne Stringer
The Amarant Collection
Copyright 2009 Anne Stringer and Rick Stringer
Variant Frequencies
Copyright 2009 Rick Stringer and Matt Wallace
http://www.variantfrequencies.com
Categories: Amarant Collection, Podcasts, Season 4
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