The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The hand was gone. Not severed. Just absent. Elias looked at his left side. Where the palm should have been, there was only air. A faint shimmer, like heat rising from asphalt in August, marked the boundary. He flexed his fingers. They moved. But they did not touch. He stood in the hall. The walls were white. Not the white of paint, but the white of bone. The white of a skull cleaned by rain....

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