The Archivist's Key
Claire operated a small antique restoration shop in a quiet corner of New York, where the air always smelled of beeswax and old paper. She lived for the stories hidden in the grain of wood and the patina of brass, believing that every object carried a fragment of its previous owner's soul. She was a woman of patience and precision, content to spend days removing a single layer of varnish to...
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