Festival Sunday came up hot and gold and cloudless, the kind of day Marrow Lane only got three or four of a year, and the whole town spilled out into the street to spend it. The bunting had been found — in the charity shop loft, mildewed at one end, hung anyway. The brass band played at the memorial. The
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