The Weight of Empty Gold
Act I: The Spark Arthur Penhaligon woke up in a damp tenement in the East End of London, 1922. He remembered a life of staggering wealth, of skyscrapers and private jets, of a world where he had been the apex predator of the financial markets. But that life was a dream, or perhaps a memory of a future that had been stolen. He was now a skeletal man in a threadbare coat, smelling of coal smoke...
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