The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ledger in my hand weighed exactly twelve ounces of leather and ink, a precise measure of the debt I owed to the world. I counted the entries twice, the pencil tip dull and soft against the page, as if the physical act of tallying could slow the erratic hammering in my chest. It was November, 1924, and the fog in London was not merely thick but heavy, a wet wool blanket that smelled of coal...

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