Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/92/en
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The operating room was quiet and empty. A saffron hiss fogged up the air as he turned his wrists. He propped himself, heel and shoulder against one side of the stretcher. With his left side focused on keeping him still, he tugged with his right arm against the straps. He felt the leather give way. One more tug, and his right hand was free.