The Faded River
Chapter One My left hand, severed at the wrist, hung in the air before me, a wet and heavy thing that the silk gloves could not hide, though the gloves themselves were gone, dissolved into the heat of the ballroom. I was adjusting the hem of my dress, my fingers busy with the taffeta, when the phantom limb twitched, pulling the fabric taut against a weight that no one else could feel. The Grand...
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