Saturday March 2nd 1889: Once departed, Mr. Robertson has a moment to reflect on the nature of legacy. “We are epitaphs,” he whispers quietly to himself. Read more here.
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Friday March 1st 1889: With no quarter to spare he sits outside the church window, his soul illuminated, though he sits in the dark. Read more here.
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