“One bedroom. Ravel Street. Very quiet neighbourhood. £100 p.w. Contact Mr Mangan. Eves. There was also a telephone number. I made an appointment with the gravel-voiced Mangan to view the flat that same evening. I had been looking for somewhere new for months, but it had been difficult to find anywhere in the part of town I preferred. I had discovered the quarter by accident during the course of one of my many night-time explorations. The shabby streets that wound down a steep hil...l fascinated me, and at the bottom was a wide black river. By night there appeared to be nothing beyond the river; no sign of human habitation, no street or house lights. When I visited the quarter by day I found that there was an expanse of desolate marsh, stretching far into the distance. I knew of Ravel Street as I had passed through it several times during my nocturnal wanderings. Like the other streets on the hill it possessed the usual twin rows of amputated trees with branch-stumps on the trunks.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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