The Memory of a Drunken Step
The first time Julian Vane forgot something, he was twenty-seven years old and standing in the trading pit of the London Stock Exchange, watching numbers flash on a ticker tape that no one else could read. He knew, with the absolute certainty that characterized all his knowledge, that the price of South African gold shares would rise by eleven percent within the hour. He did not know how he...
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