The Wistful Grid
The tremor was worse before breakfast, a fine, persistent vibration in the left hand that made the coffee cup rattle against the saucer with a sound like a small, agitated insect. Elias set the cup down, the liquid sloshing over the rim, and watched the dark stain spread across the tablecloth, a slow, indifferent map of his own failing control. He had written to his brother, Thomas, three days...
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