Samantha “Sam” Batts sits on a stool behind a worn work counter, its seafoam-green paint barely hanging on. She’s rekeying a gold doorknob above a section where the paint has fully given way to the wood underneath. That worn spot is a ledger of hands and years: This isn’t the first knob worked on here, nor are Batts’s young hands the first to move across its surface. Bundled in a sweatshirt and…
2026-03-30
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