Close Shave

The faceless figure touches the tips of his long fingers together as he looks down at his work.  The woman tied to the chair is no longer moving.  His work is finished.

Carefully picking up the ivory-handled razor from the table, he wipes the blood and bits of flesh from the blade with a silk cloth.  He examines the edge for any flaws.  When he is satisfied that there are none, he closes the blade into the handle and places it into his black bag.

Tipping the brim of his tophat at the woman, he steps out into the night.

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