The clasp sat beneath the lamp's glow like something waiting to be understood. I'd been working on it for nearly two hours in the small studio the Guild had assigned me. Mr. Alden had checked on me twice, each visit brief. A nod, a glance at my work, then gone again. No one hovering. No one correcting my every movement. Just me, the piece, and the quiet. My hands had trembled for the first twenty minutes. Then they stopped. I worked slowly, removing the tarnish one careful layer at a time. Beneath the years of grime, the silver gradually began to return, not bright yet, but visible. Its shape becoming clearer with every patient stroke. It was a delicate painstaking work. The kind that demanded more patience than most people were willing to give. I loved every second of it.
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