Lifting the Veil: A Memoir

“Look out! It’s coming right at you, jump!” the screaming voice called out. Out of the corner of his eye, Polo suddenly saw it and jumped with every ounce of energy that he had, lifting both of his legs. But it wasn’t fast enough or high enough. The cold, wet metal sliced through his right leg as he watched himself being hurtled through the unforgiving air. Landing in muddy gravel, Polo reached down to take hold of his throbbing leg, but much to his horror, it wasn’t there. In an instant Po...