Thaddeus's limbs felt weak and robbed of their strength. His forhead was still leaning on his hands. 'There was a man in the park.' he started, 'a young fellow, couldn't be more than 22.' this last was said plaintively. 'He took his own life - no' he furrowed his brow, 'No not his own life, something compelled him, some horrible thing made him take a knife to himself, and carve himself into a pieces.' the horror was clear in his voice. With agitated fingers he unbottoned his waistcoat, sliding itoff his sholders.

The sleeves of his shirt are bright red with blood, the entire way down the front and arms. He was entirely covered, to the point where there was very little white remaining of what had been a crisp starched shirt that morning. 'His beloved was there, ' he didn't know for sure the girl was but they certainly reacted as though that was the case. 'Father he bled to death under my hands.'

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