Surely there are people in Riftwatch who can build him a replacement hand, right?

Right?




Luckily, for the moment it's a moot point. Elbow deep into the bizarrely cool chasm which waits in the darkness below, Holden's hand comes into contact with what feels for all the world like the hilt of a sword. From the faint vertical give at his touch, it must be something that he might draw free.

Assuming, of course, that nothing happens on the way out.