He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled.
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