A New Shop on Ash Lane
Sometime between last Sunday’s rain and this morning’s frost, a small shop appeared on Ash Lane. There was no permit application, no notice of renovation, and no record of sale, yet the building stands neat and certain, as if it has always been there. The sign in the window reads Hallow Row Press . Its letters are hand-carved, the kind that leave faint curls of wood on the windowsill. I brushed one away; by the time I returned with the broom, the curl had reappeared. The shop itself appears to be a bindery or letterpress studio. Through the window, one can see a heavy iron press, a tray of lead type, and a lamp that seems to burn lower than the shadows around it. No business hours are posted. The door was locked at midday and at dusk. Yet on the stoop, someone left a freshly printed broadside weighted by a stone. The shop’s roofline appears to match the Obelisk’s western ridge in a way I don’t recall from previous surveys. No name is listed on the business registry for Hallow Row P...
