The Faded River

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The Faded River

The air in the workshop smelled of beeswax, dried lavender, and the sharp, metallic tang of old brass, a scent that had permeated the fibers of my clothes for thirty years until it became indistinguishable from my own skin. I was standing at the center of the room, surrounded by the silent witnesses of a life spent in the intricate dance of repair and restoration, the walls lined with clocks...

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