A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. After great exertions on both parts, the spike yielded to their combined strength, and snapped suddenly off. Missy looked like a troll with lipstick on. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. She thought of Sebastian who often returned from the charnel house that the outside world had become. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition.
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