The Distant Metropolis
The city of Manchester did not welcome Clara Whitfield so much as it absorbed her—like dust into the cracks of its Victorian terraces, like rain into the stone gutters of Ancoats. She had come from the Cotswolds twenty-three years ago, a girl of eighteen with a scholarship to the University of Manchester and a trunk full of books she could not bear to part with. Now she was forty-one, a senior...
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