I sit at my desk in the Council, the same desk I have occupied for years, and watch the slate grey sky yield a soft flurry of snowflakes. In the distance I can hear the hum of cars on busy London streets. Soon it will be dark, and my lamp will pool orange onto my desk as I work. Not so long into the night as I once would have done, though. A
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