The Faded Road
The coffee in the cup had gone cold, the surface a dull, oily mirror that reflected the flickering fluorescent tube above them. Elias stared at the tremor in his left hand, a fine, rapid vibration that made the ceramic rattle against the saucer with a sound like distant teeth chattering. He tried to still it, pressing his palm flat against the laminate desk, but the movement only seemed to feed...
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