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Blackfriars is a miserable, misshapen, browbeaten sort of place. More or less everything about it has been messed up in some way. Pillars stand sheepishly in the Thames, bereft of a bridge to support. Landmarks of breathtaking historical importance are torn down, only to reappear thousands of miles away. Stations hop across the river, realise their mistake and hop back again.
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