November 14, 1887.

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Uncle brought the new draught today. Seventh time, he said. Seventh and last. He called it the terminal phase, as if I were a disease rather than a nephew, as if the blood in my veins could be counted like pages in a ledger and I had simply reached the final one. My hand does not shake when I take it. That is the first change I noticed, and the one I am most afraid of. Three months ago, my...

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