The Echo of Old Footsteps

“The passage towards Moorgate lay deserted. Not merely empty but stripped of life. The damp walls held only the echo of old footsteps. Once, people had passed through together, sharing light, fear and the occasional brief word. Now there was only his breathing, his boots in cold puddles, and the smell of oxidised metal, mould and time gone bad.”

— The London Tube, Chapter 13: Only Silence.

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