THE BROKEN NODE
I The network was holding. That was what everyone told themselves in the East End in the autumn of 1985. The pubs were still full, the markets still opened on Saturday mornings, the children still played football in the spaces between bombed-out buildings and new council blocks. Something was holding it all together, and nobody wanted to say what. Diana Marsh was twenty-three and worked as a...
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