The Anchor Holds
Margaret Doyle noticed the silence first because silence was not a thing that happened at The Anchor. The pub sat on the corner of Bethnal Green Road and a street so narrow it had forgotten its own name, a Victorian wedge of brick and blackened timber that had survived the Blitz, survived the slum clearances, survived the developers who came sniffing around in 1983 with briefcases full of...
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