Ashwick-on-Fosse, Cotswolds. Autumn, 1906. The lanes are narrow and the stone is honey-coloured and the mornings come slowly here. In a small village tucked into the Cotswold hills, a lending library has been waiting quietly for someone to come and open its door. That someone is Margaret Birch, fort
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