The Faded Photograph

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The first gear was a pinion of brass, no larger than a lentil, and Elias counted it against his thumb before placing it in the tray. He counted them all. Forty-five years of work, and the count was always the same: too few. The truck’s engine coughed, a dry, rattling sound that matched the tremor in his left hand. He was driving to the coast, to the house where Margaret had kept the clocks, to...

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