The Golden Maze
"Thomas! Thomas, for Christ's sake, stop slouching against the doorframe like a sack of potatoes and tell me if the security system is actually armed or if you’ve just been staring at the wall for the last twenty minutes." I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. The tremor in my hands had been worsening since the hospital visit, a fine, high-frequency vibration that made holding a coffee mug feel...
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