In the half a square mile of decay and demolition that was England’s Saxon capital, eternity is loitering between the firetrap tower blocks. Embedded in the grubby amber of the district’s narrative among its saints, kings, prostitutes and...
He’s coming for you.Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts.He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I’ve...