The Golden Quest
The tremor started in my left hand. It was a fine, high-frequency vibration. A shiver. I felt it in the ulna first. Then the radius. It traveled up the forearm. It reached the shoulder. It did not stop. I sat in the corner of the booth. The vinyl was cracked. It was black. The coffee was cold. It had a skin on top. I looked at my hand. It was still moving. I tried to stop it. I could not. My...
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