The Harbinger and the Fountain
A district, like so many others, slipping into the depths of poverty. Even now, early in the century, the streets are crowded with men walking like ghosts searching for a job. It is an area that produces some of the finest woven goods in all of Britain but it also mass produces some of the worst.
- “I Just Want a Job, Sir”
- Many Weavers, Many Threads
- The Reek of Despair
- Catholics Best Walk Lightly Here