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... arters, staring at her left wrist. Where her hand used to be, there was now just smooth skin.
[Should’ve dodged faster.]
She flexed her remaining fingers on her right hand. The phantom sensations from her missing left still caught her off guard sometimes. Like now, when she wanted to grab the wine bottle next to her but reached with the wrong arm.
"Fuck."
The bottle tipped. She caught it with her right hand before it could fall.
[At least my reflexes aren’ ...
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