1.0Sci Phi Journalhttps://www.sciphijournal.orgrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="fyMv0AOJ9c"><a href="https://www.sciphijournal.org/index.php/2016/07/22/the-sixth-finger-by-paul-williams/">The Sixth Finger by Paul Williams</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.sciphijournal.org/index.php/2016/07/22/the-sixth-finger-by-paul-williams/embed/#?secret=fyMv0AOJ9c" width="600" height="338" title="“The Sixth Finger by Paul Williams” — Sci Phi Journal" data-secret="fyMv0AOJ9c" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.sciphijournal.org/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> THE SIXTH FINGER Paul Williams The villagers saw the soldiers approaching and formed a futile circle to protect their homes. There were six intruders, all armed and on horseback. The leader pulled back his hood and surveyed the scene, unperturbed by the fragments of snow drifting across his face. “I’m looking for Yietan Kamborichi,” he announced. Nobody moved. Slowly he repeated his request then grimaced and motioned to one of his colleagues who pointed a gun at the nearest person. “Last chance,” said the leader. Yietan stepped forward. His wife grabbed his hand but he pushed her away. A dog