The Distant Joke
The screwdriver slips in your grip, the steel shaft twisting against the brass casing of the escapement, and you curse under your breath, a sharp, ragged sound that dies instantly in the silence of the workshop. Your hands are shaking again, a violent, rhythmic tremor that starts in the wrists and shakes the very bones of your fingers, making the delicate work of a master clockmaker impossible....
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