The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey and weeping veil that turned the heather into a bruised and sodden mass of purple and black, while Elspeth walked with her back to the world, carrying upon her shoulders the weight of a sack that seemed to grow heavier with every step, not because of what it contained, which was only a few pounds of dried turnip and a bundle of rags,...
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