London, 1848. Dawn. A 12-year-old worker is smoking and in the smoke, he momentarily glimpses the face of Spartacus. He does not recognize him. He extinguishes the cigarette and joins the others who walk slowly towards the factory. They wander before the shift like ghosts. And above them hovers a ghost.

Small stories colored with all the shades of deep red. Stories of the moment for the moments that weigh a century each. But also for the others, those everyday ones, the same, the trivial and the painful.

Series editor, Volume editor: Artemis Loi