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Imagine a winter morning in a small Tudor village.

The sky is just beginning to pale the faint gray light creeping in around the edges of the shutters. There's no alarm clock, no phone lighting up the room, no central heating humming away in the background.

The house is quiet, but it's not peaceful.

It's cold, it's properly cold.

The fire that burned the night before has sunk down into a heap of dull

red embers, and the air in the room has that slightly smoky smell that comes from a hearth that never

really ever goes out. In bed, there's not just one person. There might be two adults and a few children

tucked in between them. In tighter homes, even more people

could end up sharing the same sleeping space. Beds were expensive. A proper feather bed was a sign

of comfort, even prosperity, and families made full use of them. In poorer homes, people slept on

pallets, stuffed with straw, laid out on the floor at night and pushed aside in the

morning. The first sounds of the day are not gentle. There's a rooster outside, someone in the

yard already moving around. In a town you might hear a cart rattling over an uneven street,

or a bell of a nearby church marking the hour. Light, sound, and movement of other people were what woke you.

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