shadows like a knife. Naturally I rushed over in a momentary loss of mind and snatched the curious object from the crimson pool. I held it up to the light of the window to inspect it and the clinical gleam confirmed my hopeful suspicion; in my hands lay my eleventh finger, neatly severed just above the knuckle, gold ring clasping the digit below the joint like an effulgent crown.
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