The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-18 02:41:15 -

The hand is gone. You remember the weight of it. The calluses. The way the knuckles swollen like old fruit. Now there is only the sleeve. Empty. You pull it back. You look at the stump. It is red. It is raw. It is yours. The castle breathes. Stone breathes. Cold air seeps through the cracks in the floor. You sit on the chair. Your legs do not work right. They shake. You are a soldier. You are...

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