The Phantom:
That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh this face-the infection which poisons our love. This face which earned a mother's fear and loathing, a mask my first unfeeling scrap of clothing. Pity comes too late, turn around and face your fate, an eternity of *this* before your eyes!
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