“…Meg Pickel stood, as she had every night for six months now, at the edge of her family’s roof-garden, and stared into the City, towards the massive black dome of St. Paul’s Cathedral. It was nearly time, she knew, for the midnight bells to begin their ringing…St. Paul’s sounded the first note, low and booming…Midnight … Continue reading Haunting of Charles Dickens, The by Lewis Buzbee