You were the last one here before I closed the door of Burntcoat, before we all shut our doors.
In the bedroom above her immense studio at Burntcoat, the celebrated sculptor Edith Harkness is making her final preparations. The symptoms are well known: her life will draw to an end in the coming days. Downstairs, the studio is a crucible glowing with memories and desire.
It was here, when the first lockdown came, that she brought Halit. The lover she barely knew. A presence from another culture.
A doorway into a new and feverish world