Five Names for the Nothing That Remained
The first to find the letters was Ronnie Brewster, on a Tuesday morning in the grey end of November, the sky over Poplar the colour of a dead television screen and the wind coming hard off the Thames with the smell of the mudflats exposed at low tide, that ancient river smell of rot and salt and things long buried. The Docklands had been dead for years. The cranes of the West India Docks stood...
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