The Golden Downtown
The hands are the first things I notice, not because they are beautiful, for they are not, but because they are the only part of me that remembers the truth while the rest of my mind, clouded by the thick, sweet smoke of the old world, tries to convince me that I am merely a man of simple taste and moderate ambition, standing in the quiet, dusty light of my workshop in the village of Oakhaven,...
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