The Earth That Remembers
ACT I The land sat between the river and the railway, a flat rectangle of clay and grass that had been nobody's property since the enclosure acts and nobody's imagination since the war. James Harrington knew this the way he knew the stock market: with the calm certainty of a man who had spent his life reading the landscape of human desire. He was forty-two years old, a self-made man in a...
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