The Faded Photograph

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The hammer rang against the anvil, a dull, wet sound that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I pulled the tongs from the fire, the metal glowing a dull cherry red, but my fingers spasmed. The iron dropped, clattering onto the stone floor with a shriek that cut through the silence of the workshop. I was forty-two years old, and my hands had begun to betray me, trembling with a palsy that no amount...

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