The Engine of York Moor
The Engine of York Moor Lady Catherine Blackwood stood on the moor at half-past four in the evening, though evening was a word that had lost its meaning since the engines began. The smokestacks rose from the Yorkshire hills like the fingers of some enormous buried hand, and against the darkening sky their tops glowed with a sickly orange light, as though the earth itself were infected with...
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