The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The lorry reversed in the street, a long, groaning note that hung in the air like a question no one wanted to answer. Aurelio Hinojosa stood at the edge of the banquet hall, his fingers white-knuckled around the stem of a glass he did not want to drink from. The room smelled of roasted pork and old sweat, the heavy, cloying scent of a place where men traded favors over grease. He was forty-two,...

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