"The body is of an unknown boy. Unfamiliar to the streets, nonentity to the world. He was about to begin his sixth-year next month. His body was intact, all limbs, appendages. He lay soaked, dressed in formal clothing. White dress shirt that clung to his frail torso, dark trousers, no shoes-toes crusted with dried blood, no doubt from walking shoeless in the streets and tunnels in search of food and shelter. His hair was combed flat exposing bald patches created by an army of lice. Arms across his chest he lies in stillness. He has a peaceful expression. His face is thin, cheek bones pronounced, skin stretched tight. Water beads on his blanched forehead; his stone blue lips peppered with grey paint. Exploded capillaries run like purple lightning bolts from his left eye, ending their journey collecting in an amethyst spider web on his left cheek." - WTBD pg. 45
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