The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

You wake up in the dark, not with a start but with a slow, grinding realization that your hands are gone. They are not severed, exactly, but they are gone in the way that a memory is gone, replaced by a smooth, pale stump of bone and sinew that ends just below the wrist. You try to move them, to curl the fingers that should be there, but there is nothing to curl. You are lying on a cot in the...

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