from the novel Sinful Folk
from the novel Sinful Folk

"I lift my eyes to the distant moon that shines over our earthly sphere. I stare around at the field in front of me, the seven-branched candlelabraum etched over the archway, the dark gray stones ranked together in rows, the brambles that have overgrown this secret shadowed place.

 

This is the closest I will ever come to finding my people.  

 

It is the last graveyard of my people in London."

 

— from the novel Sinful Folk

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