The Faded Apartment

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The watch is cursed, my father said, his voice flat and final, as if diagnosing a case of industrial fatigue rather than a mechanical defect. He did not look at me. He was bent over the workbench, the lathe’s tailstock gleaming with fresh oil, his back a rigid line of gray wool against the dim light of the workshop. I wanted to argue, to tell him that a balance spring is just a piece of...

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