The Faded Photograph

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The glass cracked, not with a sound, but with a silence so profound it felt like the air itself had shattered, a fissure running diagonally through the center of the photograph that hung above the workbench, splitting the face of my father, the clockmaker, into two distinct, irreconcilable halves. I stood there in the amber dust of the shop, holding the tweezers, my hands trembling not from...

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