The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The hammer was heavy. It was a good weight. It sat in my palm like a stone from a riverbed, smooth and cold and inevitable. I held it for a long time before I swung. The shop smelled of sawdust and varnish. It smelled of things that were finished. I am a clockmaker. I have been for forty years. I fix time. I make it tick. I make it stand still. I am not a man who believes in ghosts. I am a man...

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