The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in Manchester did not wash things clean; it merely slicked the grime, turning the soot of the city into a mirror that reflected nothing back but a distorted, grey smear of itself. Arthur Penhaligon stood on the platform of St. Peter’s Square, his breath pluming in the chill November air, holding a ticket that felt heavy in his palm, like a stone. He was a man who had spent the last...

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