The White City

"The light from the windows leaves the man's face in shadow, but as he leans forward and gives me his hand in greeting, I feel a jolt inside me. His body is scarred with burns everywhere I can see. The hands, the arms, the neck, the face, the head. The scars on his face look like old Celtic tatoos that wrap themselves around the eyes, across the forehead and down over the cheeks and chin. If it ha...