Kate Folk's short story "The Bone Ward" ends thusly: "Coyotes wail in the distance. Soon they will find me and sink their teeth into my boneless flesh. I pray that my bones will reconstitute inside them at sunrise, piercing their organs, killing them. My eyes sparkle with their own starlight and I know I'm about to pass out from the pressure on my brain. Read more
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