The Wistful Witness
The hammer falls. You feel the vibration in your teeth. It is a small shop. It smells of sawdust and old varnish. Outside, the wind howls against the shutters. You are working on a chair. No, not a chair. It is a cage. You have been building it for three days. Your hands are steady. They are always steady. They never shake, even when the wood splinters under the chisel. You are a master of your...
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