By Tom Rinaldi With Special Reporting By Greg Jewell

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Make a fist. Go ahead, do it. Now look at it. Beyond the range of knuckles, the fingers curling in on themselves, what do you see? What lies there, in the center of your hand? Nothing? Everything. Blood. Bone. Skill. Hope. Danger. Glory. Living. Dying. The past. The future. Your fate. And someone else's. Can all those things really fit inside that space, inside the shape of menace, the flesh of bad intent? Or is something else there, something simpler? Like darkness. Perhaps you've never looked ...

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