All the Regulars Who Drifted Away
I. George — The Publican The brewery letter arrived on a Tuesday, delivered with the morning post between a gas bill and a circular from the local Conservative association. George Pickering read it standing at the bar, one hand steadying himself against the mahogany top he had polished every morning for twenty-six years. The letter was short. It said that the lease on the Prince Albert, 84...
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