Just the one over my right eye. It was 1856, and I was fighting some rebellious scoundrels in parts of our great empire. One devious chap tossed sand at my face, a most ungentlemanly manoeuvre, he then made to slice his sword at me, but I expecting this, though blinding, leapt back, and he only removed one of my eyes. Though I was in much agony, I couldn't let the chap get away with it, so I skipped forward and impaled him on my rapier.
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