“The heathland this far east had fewer trees and smaller heather. The ground was dry despite the spring rains. The water collected in the little hollows and dribbled through shallow creeks that tended east. The size and scale of it oppressed him. He felt like an insect crawling along the back of a tremendous beast that didn’t know, or care, that York was there.”
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