The Distant Journey
The Distant Journey I was born in a house that stood on the edge of everything. Not the edge of town or the edge of the moor, but the edge of something that had no name yet. The landscape around our cottage in the Yorkshire dales seemed to hold its breath when I walked past, as though the hills and valleys were waiting to see what I would become. My father, Elias Thornfield, was a man of the...
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