A Damnosa Hereditas
A vehicle of some kind was softly creeping along the lane from Casterbridge to Little Weatherbury Farm. The dirt and muddy tones that contrasted with the formal black of the small carriage would alert anyone who knew of the adverse conditions of the roads in the south would know that this vehicle had been around Norcombe. On this cold, cloudless night the not so humble abode of the Everdene’s…
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