The Pale Verdict
The leather was dying in my hands, or perhaps I was dying in the leather, for there is no true separation between the maker and the hide, no clean line where the artisan ends and the craft begins, and I have always believed, with a kind of foolish, stubborn certainty that the tanning process is a form of prayer, a slow, chemical communion with the dead that requires more patience than any...
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