The Crystal Ledger
The champagne bubbles rose like tiny diamonds in the crystal glass, each one carrying a sliver of light from the chandelier above. Nicholas Whitfield watched them with the same detached fascination he had once reserved for stock tickers and market charts. Now the numbers had become people, and people had become numbers, and he could no longer tell which was which. It was October 1929, and the...
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