The winter seemed colder
than winters used to be;
Margot looked about her
Margot looked about her
for something to pawn:
that sunset, perhaps.
-- Vladimir Nabokov, Laughter in
the Dark (1933)
It is not often than pawning evokes such wistful mysticism.
Yet here (for readers who found the passage above quite understandable and natural) is a
story that fully develops the
idea of a magic pawnshop:
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