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[aunter]

R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear:

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[cutlery]

[ Through gritted teeth: ]

If there were even anything to sew with. But considering I have just lost more of my hand, I would say it would be a wasted effort.

[lost_first]

[ He sighs and takes off his coat, which... shows just how much of a bite was taken out of him on the white linen of his shirt, but there's nothing for it. Once the coat is off, he offers it.]

Wrap your wrists up tight in it. Restrict the blood a little more.

[ And then he turns to the wheel.]

And best you get the wheel spun before you've no more hand to do it with.