14 Fish Lane Residence

A narrow terraced house squeezed between similar brick-fronted homes on a dimly lit street. The front door, painted a faded green, opens directly into a cramped entrance hall where the air smells of damp wool and stale tea. A staircase with worn treads leads upward, its banister polished by generations of hands. Downstairs, a parlor holds threadbare furniture arranged around a cold fireplace, the mantel crowded with family photographs and a ticking clock. The kitchen at the rear is small but meticulously kept, its table covered with a checked cloth where Emma Buller likely placed meals for her husband Joseph. Upstairs, the rooms feel overcrowded with mismatched furniture—Nellie Gusset’s rocking chair sits in the front window, perpetually in dappled light. The walls absorb sounds too well, muffling the city’s noise outside.