The Faded Quadrant

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The hand trembled. It was my right hand, the one that had once held the plow, the one that had signed the deed, the one that now hovered over the table like a bird with a broken wing. I stared at the knuckles, swollen and purple. The skin looked thin. Translucent. I could see the blue veins beneath, twisting like old roots. This was the part of me that remained. The rest had evaporated, leaving...

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