The Speed at Which the Dead Recede
1925: THE FIRST LETTER The letter arrived on a Tuesday in March, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a string that had been knotted by someone who had learned their knots at sea. Rose Brennan carried it up the narrow stairs of 47 Cranbrook Road, Ilford, past the landlady's door on the first floor, past the WC that smelled perpetually of carbolic and damp, up to the attic room where she slept...
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