The Distant Legend
I came home on the last train of the evening, a journey of eight years measured in eight hours of coal smoke and rain, and when I turned into the lane I saw that the workshop lamps were still burning, which was James's doing, for I had told him before I left to keep the fire lit and the clocks wound whether I returned or not, and he had obeyed me, as he always did, with the quiet thoroughness...
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