The Light Through Number 47

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1925 She stood at the window of the upstairs front room and watched the gas lamplighter make his rounds along Albion Road. The flame caught and held, a small yellow bloom against the February dusk. Elsie could hear her mother moving in the kitchen below, the clatter of the range being stoked, the murmur of the wireless drifting up through the floorboards. The house was number forty-seven. It...

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