The Wistful Cipher
The bone cracked. It was not a clean sound. It was wet. It was final. Elias held the radius. He held it up to the gray sky. The skin was tight. The meat was raw. He stared at the finger. His own finger. It was broken. Bent sideways. He did not scream. He could not. The air in his chest was gone. "Drop it," said the voice behind him. It was a calm voice. It was a polite voice. It was the voice...
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