James Eccarus gazed out across the ice-strewn river towards Southwark bridge.  As he pulled his scarf from his throat, the cold winter sun stung the back of his neck.  He rewrapped the scarf, more tightly this time.  He lent forward, resting his elbows on the walkway’s handrail.  He clutched the book in his hands to his chest, scared that it [...]
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