My body shook, and I stood up straight.

In front of him stood a rickety old man, with gray hair and a gray beard on his chin, who looked to be over seventy years old. His skin was frighteningly white, without a trace of blood.

The pale face was full of the traces of time, his forehead was covered with deep wrinkles like furrows, and his loose skin was softly pulled down, covering his eyes.

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