The strangest thing about it was how strange they all made it seem.
They were long and white, her claws. Strong like whale bones, fragile like a spider’s silk. Each one ended in a razor point, ten knives where fingers should be, they said. The girl was practised with her claws. She could shake a hand without drawing blood, hug a friend without ripping flesh. The claws were almost strangely inconspicuous.
They were long and white, her claws. Strong like whale bones, fragile like a spider’s silk. Each one ended in a razor point, ten knives where fingers should be, they said. The girl was practised with her claws. She could shake a hand without drawing blood, hug a friend without ripping flesh. The claws were almost strangely inconspicuous.
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