The Faded Frequency

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The hand is gone. He looks. The fingers are severed at the wrist. The stumps are clean. They bleed. A dark red line runs down his forearm. It pools in the cuff of his white shirt. He does not scream. He is a scholar. He has studied anatomy for thirty years. He knows the radial nerve. He knows the ulnar. He knows they are gone. He feels a cold air on the severed ends. It is a strange sensation....

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