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"It is," Marko replied, brushing sawdust off his apron with a newfound sharpness in his eyes. "It’s been through the wreck, and it’s still upright. That’s the best way to be."

The workbench was covered in a layer of dust so thick it looked like grey velvet. For three years, Marko hadn’t touched the lathe or the chisels. After the factory closed and his hands started to shake, he’d accepted the label the world gave him: retired, obsolete, done. nisam_otpisan

"Your dad is a smart man, Leo," Marko said, reaching for a sanding block. "But he forgets that old wood has a tighter grain. It’s harder. It’s seen more weather. It doesn’t give up as easy as the new stuff." "It is," Marko replied, brushing sawdust off his