The Faded Frontier

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The tremor in my right hand had become a distinct, rhythmic vibration, a small engine running idle beneath the skin, and I watched it as I held the fountain pen over the pension application form, the nib hovering a millimeter above the line where my signature was required, refusing to drop, refusing to yield to the biological fact of my own decay. I am Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, a...

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