The wind off the moors carried the smell of coal smoke and wet...

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The wind off the moors carried the smell of coal smoke and wet heather, and Eliza Thornfield knew it the way she knew the face of every regular customer at the station. She sat on her usual wooden cra

"Scarf for sixpence, miss?" The girl looked up. A woman in a dark traveling cloak, gloves dusted with station soot. She had the look of someone who was both in a hurry and had nowhere to be. "Shawl for a shilling," Eliza said. "This one's got the herringbone weave. Warm as a blanket." The woman leaned closer, fingers tracing the pattern. "That's beautiful. Where did you learn to weave like...

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