Fingertips glided over the neatly lined up rows of scars covering his arms before peering at his bare form in the mirror, even in those markings there was a meticulous order, a sense of perfection between length and spacing.  There was a reason he was

Fingertips glided over the neatly lined up rows of scars covering his arms before peering at his bare form in the mirror, even in those markings there was a meticulous order, a sense of perfection between length and spacing.  There was a reason he was

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