The Lost Gift
The moors did not forgive. That was the first thing Edward Ashworth learned after he arrived, with his nineteen-year-old daughter Clara, in the autumn of 1862. They were grey and vast and indifferent, stretching from horizon to horizon under a sky that seemed to press down upon the earth like a wet wool blanket. Edward bought a small stone cottage on the lower slopes of the Pennines, far from...
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