The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

March 12, 1924. The tremor is back. It starts in the thumb, a faint, electric shiver that travels up the wrist and settles in the shoulder like a cold stone. I am forty-two years old, and my hands, which have spent the last two decades coaxing brass and steel into obedience, are beginning to betray me. The workshop smells of machine oil and stale tobacco, the air thick with the soot of the coal...

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