The building was shabby: a cramped two-story thing. A notice posted on the door instructed the public that business would only be transacted out of a small side window. The Post Office was inside, sharing the space with the town’s surgery. The squat wooden hobble looked rundown but the appearance was deceiving, for while there was barely room to move inside, it could claim a telegraph. A symbol of modern progress, Little Bay’s telegraph machine was cutting-edge technology on the edge of the world. It connected the town with distant places and made the world a much, much smaller place.