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Picture a strip of Yorkshire that does not look like the hinge of a kingdom. On the right, the River Ouse slides north toward
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Picture a dusty coastal road ten Roman miles south of Carthage. The milestone is not a monument. It is a number. Ad Decimum. The tenth.
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On the evening of Wednesday, 2 September 1752, a farmer in Virginia banked his fire, a printer in Philadelphia locked his type cases, a merchant
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Picture a river that refuses to be hurried. The Forth at Stirling is not a romantic ribbon. It is a brown, tidal, looping thing
