The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain in Cumbria does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a grey, suspended curtain that blurs the boundary between the living world and the mist that clings to the fells, and it was in this persistent, wet silence that Arthur Penhaligon stood on the platform at Ravenglass, watching the steam from the carriage condense against the cold glass, feeling the weight of the leather satchel...

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