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2013-03-31 11.33.41

 

The final gear slotted into place. The watchmaker turned minute gold screws and fastened the back snug to the casing. He saw the piece’s future: a graduation gift, treasured, lost, treasured again, left to a daughter. She weeps at her father’s grave, but that is the natural order of things.

The watchmaker smiles. He is pleased. Not all of his visions are so fortunate.

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