The Faded River

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The Faded River

The file bit into the steel. I pressed the weight of my body against the lever, feeling the vibration travel up through the wrist, a dull, grinding ache that spoke of joints worn thin as parchment. Outside, the town of Oakhaven slept under a blanket of frost, but here, in the workshop, the air was thick with the smell of oil and old brass. I was forty-five, and my hands, once steady enough to...

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