His head ached, though his eyes were shut, and his mind half at rest. Opening his eyes, he could see above him, a man, but the morning light was harassing his vision, and his face was unclear - After a brief moment of awkwardness, he made out the man's face. A grim face, with gaunt features, and a single, wide, scar running from the man's right eye, all the way to the center of his chin. Whatever caused that must've hit him hard, he thought, but didn’t say; For some reason this face seemed familiar to him.
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