The Faded Photograph

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The commission called for four hundred and twelve gears, each cut to a tolerance of one micron. I counted them twice before the ink on the ledger dried. My hands, which had held the finest escapements in Vienna for thirty years, now trembled with a violence that made the steel slip from my tweezers. It was a betrayal. A slow, cold betrayal of muscle and nerve. I am forty-two years old, and I am...

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