There is a different kind of darkness in Spitalfields, one not born of ghosts or legend, but of the very real and present struggle of those who live there. The weaving factories dominate this district, their machines roaring day and night, drowning out the cries of the workers who toil within.
The men and women of Spitalfields live in conditions that would shock the more fortunate of London’s citizens. Cramped, filthy, and underpaid, they endure lives of hardship. And yet, beneath the grime and despair, there is a resilience—a strength that refuses to be broken. They live in the shadows of London, but they are the ones who keep its wheels turning.