Tin Swift
“Mr. Shunt had insisted that they erect a space for him apart from the barracks, the mess hall, the hangar, and General Saint’s quarters.
They had done so, and just after dawn Mr. Shunt had set about his task.
Private Bailey was the first man to enter that tent. He screamed for an hour. At the end of that hour, he had been carried out, weak and exhausted. And with a new hand attached where before there had been nothing but a stump.
A hand that worked as if it were his own. Except for the dull si...lver stitchwork around the wrist, and the slightest clicking sound when he curled his fingers into a fist, it would pass for a living thing.
“Does it please you?” Mr. Shunt asked from the shadows inside the tent door.
“Will he survive it?”
Mr. Shunt spread his hands. “Some will not. The strong become stronger.”
“Will he survive it?” Alabaster Saint asked again.
“That one?” Shunt narrowed his eyes and lifted his head as if he could see through the walls of the barracks where Bailey rested.MoreLess
They had done so, and just after dawn Mr. Shunt had set about his task.
Private Bailey was the first man to enter that tent. He screamed for an hour. At the end of that hour, he had been carried out, weak and exhausted. And with a new hand attached where before there had been nothing but a stump.
A hand that worked as if it were his own. Except for the dull si...lver stitchwork around the wrist, and the slightest clicking sound when he curled his fingers into a fist, it would pass for a living thing.
“Does it please you?” Mr. Shunt asked from the shadows inside the tent door.
“Will he survive it?”
Mr. Shunt spread his hands. “Some will not. The strong become stronger.”
“Will he survive it?” Alabaster Saint asked again.
“That one?” Shunt narrowed his eyes and lifted his head as if he could see through the walls of the barracks where Bailey rested.MoreLess
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