The Unspoken Promise

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Clara Whitfield left her father's house at midnight with a valise full of woolens and a letter of introduction to a natural philosophy tutor in Manchester she had never met. The Yorkshire moors were black and windless. Her boots sank into the frozen clay of the lane. She did not look back. By dawn she was at the gates of Ashworth Colliery, her skirts damp with frost, her fingers numb around the...

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