5/12/2023 0 Comments Cinder meyer seriesShe just hoped Iko would be back soon with its replacement.Ĭinder was the only full-service mechanic at New Beijing's weekly market. Having loathed the too-small foot for four years, she swore to never put the piece of junk back on again. A sense of release hovered at the end of those wires-freedom. A spark singed her fingertips and she jerked away, leaving the foot to dangle from a tangle of red and yellow wires. Tossing the screwdriver onto the table, Cinder gripped her heel and yanked the foot from its socket. By the time it was extracted far enough for her to wrench free with her prosthetic steel hand, the hairline threads had been stripped clean. Her knuckles ached from forcing the screwdriver into the joint as she struggled to loosen the screw one gritting twist after another. THE SCREW THROUGH CINDER'S ANKLE HAD RUSTED, THE engraved cross marks worn to a mangled circle.
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