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There was nothing particularly extraordinary about the town of Greenwood. Nestled in the Yorkshire Dales, it had neither a green wood nor many trees at all. There were, however, a great number of streams that trickled through the moors, disguised by tufts of heather and rocky crags and wide ditches that farmers’ used to shelter their sheep whenever the wind cut unkindly through the countryside.
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