As someone who was born in the 1960s, the son of wartime evacuees from London, I had a sense from an early age that Britain was oppressed by a lost greatness.
Christmas coming, a man and a woman in a lonely longbarn expecting a child, a post-apocalyptic landscape, a journey out into the tempest. An exclusive short story by Sarah Hall.
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