He returns his gaze to the mirror. The face staring back is pale, and haggard. Those marks. They are vivid in his white skin; he supposes he should be glad that a cravat will cover them, if he is careful, but it will not remove the knowledge they are there.
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He returns his gaze to the mirror. The face staring back is pale, and haggard. Those marks. They are vivid in his white skin; he supposes he should be glad that a cravat will cover them, if he is careful, but it will not remove the knowledge they are there.
'Why is he not dead?'