The Wistful Silence

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The rain had stopped. The silence was heavy. It pressed against the glass. It pressed against my chest. I sat in the workshop. The air smelled of cedar. It smelled of old varnish. It smelled of time. I was a clockmaker. I fixed what was broken. I made time stand still. Or so I thought. My hands shook. They always shook now. The tremor was a constant companion. It was a small, rhythmic...

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