Thomas Harding: (A quiet voice, as if walking beside you on a misty morning)When I first saw the house again, it was nearly gone. Ivy had claimed its bones. Windows stared like blind eyes. And yet, I felt it breathing—barely, stubbornly.I wrote The House by the Canal not to rebuild brick and mortar, but to uncover the hidden conversations that time had … [Read more...] about The House on the Canal: Echoes Through a Century