The Wistful Mirror

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The hammer sat in my palm, heavy and cold, its head nicked from years of striking lead cames. It was a standard twelve-ounce claw hammer, the kind you buy at the hardware store on Brick Lane for fifteen pounds, but in my hand it felt like a stone pulled from the bottom of a river. I was holding it because I was afraid to put it down. My workshop in Bermondsey was dim, the single halogen bulb...

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