The Wistful Saga
October 14, 1954 The tremor in my hands has worsened since the frost set in, a fine, persistent shudder that makes the coffee spill over the rim of the mug and soak into the wood grain of the table, a dark stain that spreads like a rumor. I am forty-two years old, Elias Thorne, retired sergeant of the Harrow County Police, and I am dying, though the doctor who visited on Tuesday only called it...
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