The Broken Node
One: The Docker Frank Barber had worked the London docks for thirty-four years. He had started as a boy of fifteen, loading sacks of sugar from the West Indies onto lorries that smelled of diesel and salt and the particular rot of things that had crossed the ocean too slowly. In those days the docks were alive, a nervous system of cranes and winches and the shouts of men calling to one another...
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