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[Clara thinks for just a moment, her eyes fixed firmly on the wound, before she calmly reaches for Sarah's hand. She moves the fingers down her arm - cold, still skin - and places them right where her pulse should be. Right where her pulse isn't.]

I'm a bit less normal than you probably hoped.

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