The Faded Quadrant
The saw bit into the wood, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up his arm, a dull, rhythmic thud against the bone. He was trying to cut a plank for the floor, but the tool slipped. It did not slide off; it stuck. His left hand, the one that had been a normal hand only three days prior, was now a fused, rigid claw of greyish flesh and bone. The wood splintered, and the blade snapped,...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews