The Wistful Mirror

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The ledger lay open on the scarred oak desk, its pages thick with the smell of iron and old dust, and Arthur Vane held a pen that felt heavier than lead, knowing that the signature he was about to make would buy him seven days of silence from the creditors who had already begun to knock on his door with the rhythmic, hollow thud of a funeral procession. He was thirty years old, and his hands...

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