The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The hand was gone. Mara woke with the sensation of weightlessness on the right side of her bed. She reached out. The air was cold. Her fingers brushed the sheets. Nothing. She sat up. The room was dim. The morning light filtered through the blinds in thin, pale bars. She looked at the space where her right hand should have been. The stump was clean. No blood. Just a smooth, pink edge where the...

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