The Pale Bonsai
The brass mechanism of the chronometer had failed not with a dramatic shattering, but with a silent, grinding surrender to oxidation, a slow rusting of its very soul that I had witnessed over the course of three unremarkable days in the sterile, fluorescent purgatory of the Metropolitan Museum of Antiquities, where I served as the junior curator of horological artifacts, a role that demanded a...
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