The Faded Quadrant
The left side of my face had begun to fade. It started not with pain, but with a subtle loss of contrast, as if the pigment in the skin had been slowly leached away by an invisible solvent. The mirror in the bathroom of our Victorian house in Edinburgh showed me a man half-present and half-absent. The right side retained the full weight of my years, the deep lines carved by decades of service,...
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