The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The tremor in my left hand was a small, persistent drumbeat, a counter-rhythm to the silence of the workshop. I set the caliper down on the drafting table, the metal legs clicking against the wood, and waited for the shaking to stop. It did not. At fifty-eight, I was a man who had spent forty years ensuring that stone and steel held together, yet I could no longer hold a pencil steady long...

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