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ALT An open diary, surrounded by memories of 1941. The diary entry reads: “I said ‘trust me’, and you did. Was there ever anything more courageous than a demon putting their trust in an angel? My good friend. My best friend. My dearest friend. My beloved friend Lord, You know my secret heart. As flawed and failing as I am,I still serve You. You made me to love, and I do… I do. I’ll burn to ash with all the love I must give, because that’s how You made me. But more, my God, I want more. I want to be loved. My sin is selfish need. Why haven’t I Fallen yet?” There is a drawing, or possibly a watercolour sketch of a pair of bright yellow eyes with slotted pupils, staring from the page. On the white tablecloth are an instruction manual for the ‘Miraculous Bullet Catch’ trick, a ticket for the Windmill theatre, a polaroid cunningly taken from Furfur, a 1908 bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape, and a copy of War and Peace hollowed out to hold a Derringer.