4392. He was not scheduled to fight that night because he
was recovering from an injury from a few nights previous. A cut had been
stitched up that ran diagonally across his face, and passed right between his
eyes.
4393. It was going to leave a vivid scar that was destined
to make him look implacably vengeful. The stitches, red and raw, made him look
terrifying even if he was sound asleep.
4394. Leon was a deadly dog in the ring, and it was only
Otis that had ever escaped from his jaws, but all the rest of the time he was
as gentle as a lamb. For years he had suffered from remorse and guilt because
of all the suffering he had been forced to inflict.
4395. In his old age he had become reconciled to his fate.
He was like a friendly executioner standing next to the guillotine and
adjusting the levers.
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