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Madeline Denny Ben crossed the street in Shoreditch, pinpricks of drizzle wetting him through and the vapour from a pop-up burger diner hitting his nose and making him salivate. In the midst of nervous anticipation he had skipped dinner. He entered a bar, adorned with neon lights and nostalgic toys, crowded and muggy with people escaping the first spell of bitter winter cold. He was deliberately early and made his way to a booth of […]
As soon as José Arcadio closed the bedroom door the sound of a pistol shot echoed through the house. A trickle of blood came out under the door, crossed the living room, went out into the street, continued on in a straight line across the uneven terraces, went down steps and climbed over curbs, passed along the Street of the Turks, turned a corner to the right and another to the left, made a right […]