Not a scar but has its history. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and carried pearls in his pocket. He was almost frightening in silhouette, his hair uncontrollable under the best of circumstances, but that changed when you saw his face. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong.
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