It’s odd and thrilling to discover that the cobbled streets of a city once known for its gallows and witch trials are now scented with malted barley. Lancaster has never quite outrun its ghosts, who hide in the castle’s shadow, the damp air rolling off the river Lune and in the flicker of lanterns as the streets empty for the night. Yet lately, another kind of spirit has begun to rise. A spirit born of stills and barrels. Lancaster Brewery, long celebrated for its crisp lager

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