The Golden Suspect

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The left hand was gone. Not cut. Not burned. It had simply stopped being part of Thomas Whitmore. It lay in the straw bed, a pale, useless thing, separate from the arm that still twitched with phantom nerve pain. He looked at it. It looked back. Or rather, the eye of the dead man in the mirror looked back. Thomas sat up. The room smelled of dried herbs and old sweat. Outside, the rain hit the...

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