The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The pen was heavy, the kind of brass thing you could feel cold against the palm if you held it still for too long. I gripped it tight, the metal biting into the skin, and tried to write the date. My hand shook. It has been shaking for three months, a tremor that starts in the fingers and works its way up to the elbow, a rattle in the bones that no amount of rest fixes. I am forty-two years old....

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