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Late in the afternoon, as shadows stretched long and thin, Lila sat by the riverbank, stones and future in her pocket, pondering the currents of life. - "Lila" by Marilynne Robinson

The train slid nightlong through the snowy Russian landscape, with its cargo of souls bound for the East, each wrapped in their own silent thoughts, gazing through windows at the passing shadows, the landscape an endless scroll of ghostly birches and frozen lakes under a moonlit sky. - "The Secret History" by Donna Tartt.

It was a bright day in April, and the clocks were striking noon; the market square was crowded, people bustling, their steps echoing on the cobbles like drumbeats, as they made their way between the stalls, a cacophony of voices, colours, and the rich smells of spices and bloom. - "Middlemarch" by George Eliot.