Cold Hand

The pain began as a small point between his shoulder blades, the aftereffects of a strange snapping feeling in his chest as if a knife slashed through a tether from spine to breastbone had let go all at once, tension released in a quick severing of an internal structure, sapping strength and leaving him balanced precariously over a chasm. The pain spread, extending cold fingers across his back, an unseen hand leaving a chill and numbness, deep tendrils, a fistula to his empty interior.

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