The Faded Photograph

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The chisel weighed exactly four ounces in my left hand, a dead weight that seemed to pull the chisel point into the oak block with a gravity that defied the lightness of the morning air. I counted the strokes as I made them, one, two, three, keeping time with the heavy thud of the mallet against the handle, trying to find the rhythm that would steady the tremor in my wrist, that same tremor...

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