Sorting through late Great-Uncle Edward's effects, the belongings and memoirs of a man who had spent many years living in and reflecting on London, we found several fragments of what appears to be a tale of terror, affordable housing, and arts funding, set in a Forest City of times past. We haven't been able to find many pages from this story among the voluminous records of one of London's little-remembered chroniclers, but we pass it on to you this Hallowe'en as a fragmentary, ghostly reminder of London's past.
"A friend of mine, who is a man of letters and a philosopher, said to me one day, as if between jest and earnest, 'Fancy; since we last met I have discovered affordable housing in the midst of London."First page, apparently:
Near the beginning:
This seems also to be a part of the narrative.