The Wistful Witness

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The hand was red. It hung from the iron bar of the courtyard gate. It did not swing. It did not bleed. It was dry. The skin was tight and shiny, like cured leather. It was Margaret’s left hand. Margaret stood in the shadow of the colonnade. She watched it. She did not blink. The wind stirred the dead leaves at her feet. They crunched. It was a small sound. It was the only sound. "You see it,"...

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