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“And it wasn’t just here in front of his eyes that the work of those hard hands could be seen. He could imagine many countries all over the world, endless rows of houses roofed with slates from Moel Arian, and the same moon shining down on them as was throwing its spears of light on Moel Arian tonight.”
Feet in Chains
by Kate Roberts