Chapter 96 THE MISSING HAND

The crowd roared. My hand lay in the dirt, a sad puddle of blue ink. I didn't feel pain. I didn't feel anything. My arm was just a stump, dripping ink onto the arena floor.

The monster laughed. It was a deep, grating sound. It raised its giant pen-weapon again, ready to end it. I looked at Sarah. S...

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