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Kailan sat on the bed of his cell, counting the fingers in his lap. One to five and back again.

In the weeks he'd been without his hand, he'd hardly touched any of his food. Any appetite he had before was washed away and he was sure they'd start force feeding him before he could die of starvation. He took the risk, scarcely sparing so much as a glance to every tray of food he was served