XIII - The Day of The Black Sun, Page 8

Just a bit longer, Alan. I'm nearly done.

You've made a fine recovery, my friend. I have to say that I've rarely seen someone with a physique as good as yours: You're as fit as a fiddle and as solid as a rock!

Thank you, Martha.

Fit as a fiddle, except that for two months I've been looking at a stranger in the mirror.

This white streak, is it permanent?

Yes, it's permanent. The bullet destroyed the pigment where it struck…

But I wouldn't worry too much about it. I think it adds to your charm. Shall we go for a walk? I really fancy some fresh clam.

OK, that sounds good. Let me get a knife.

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