The Ashes Marathon
The fog clung to Manchester like a shroud on that October morning in 1888. Martha Greenwood wrapped the rags tighter around her feet, feeling the cold bite through three layers of wool. She stood at the edge of the crowd on Deansgate, her small hands clenched at her sides. Thirty-five miles ahead of her lay the course: Manchester to London, across the spine of England. Next to her stood...
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