When I was seventeen I came south to find a job. I took my belongings in a bag, hitching down the Great North Road with hope and trepidation in my heart. I had a bad time of it and was left to stand by the road throughout the night. A car picked me up in
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The night porter had stubble on his chin and his jaw was oddly twisted. He had a glass eye. When he talked it looked you over. I followed him with my bags in my hand as he took me through the half-lit corridors and stairs of the hotel. He stopped at the top of the
