The Golden Quest
The doctor said my hands were trembling because of the mercury, a slow poison that settled into the joints like silt in a riverbed, but I knew the truth was far more intimate and far less clinical, for it was not the hands that shook but the soul, which had begun to fracture along the fault lines of my own knowing, a shudder that started in the marrow of my wrist and traveled upward, up through...
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