Dying at 65 as one of the world’s leading jewelers…
And waking up in the body of a 17-year-old apprentice?
Fate is a fickle mistress. My mind is an encyclopedia of 21st-century technology, and my hands remember working on the micron level… but now I’m surrounded by primitive tools and crude methodologies. The world should be my oyster, right?
Turns out it’s not that simple…