One, two, three… nine, ten. I once had ten fingers, now none remain. Yes, all were cut off, but the marks of my claws linger like a curse on the walls of isolation. A day will come when they bow to them with awe and regret, wishing they had preserved them then so the artery might fuse again and bring them back to life. Alas, my claws were not ten, as I care naught if they were spread, for I have plenty like them. From one, dozens are born.

Language: Arabic Edition: 1 Size: 20×14 Pages: 200 Volumes: 1