The Faded Quadrant

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The folio lay open on the steel desk, its pages thin as onion skin, the ink still glistening in the harsh fluorescent light. I held a pencil, the wood worn smooth by ten years of my grip, and tried to trace the edge of a street that did not exist. My hand shook. It had been shaking for a month, a tremor that started in the knuckles and traveled up the forearm, a physical complaint the doctor...

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