The Last Light on Brighton Pier
The Last Light on Brighton Pier I The fog came in off the Channel like a slow tide, thick and yellow with coal smoke, swallowing the breakwater whole. Evelyn Marsh stood at the end of Brighton Pier on an October morning in 1887 and felt it wrap around her like a shroud. She was nineteen, shivering in a dress that had seen better seasons, with twenty pounds in her reticule and three days of...
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