[ His hand goes to his chest, his fingers brushing against the fine weave of his second-best linen shirt, then catching the neck of his leather jerkin - fastened at the waist, in dandyish style, to show off his silhouette. It is an agonizing confession, but: he cannot bring himself to lie. ]
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[ His hand goes to his chest, his fingers brushing against the fine weave of his second-best linen shirt, then catching the neck of his leather jerkin - fastened at the waist, in dandyish style, to show off his silhouette. It is an agonizing confession, but: he cannot bring himself to lie. ]
I cleaned up a bit.
[ He feels as vulnerable as a fresh burn. ]