Author: Guy N. Smith
Language: English
Format: doc
The room was windowless with white tiled walls. A drainage channel ran the length of the white tiled floor. A room of coldly clinical cleanliness, designed for one purpose only. Death. Death by guillotine.
Present: the hooded executioner, two guards and a chaplain - frightened men all of them. The prisoner was dead, head severed, blood running into the gutter. The end of a monster and a hideous series of crimes.
Except that no on there could, or ever would, forget those chillingly blasphemous last words: "On the third day I shall live, and you will fear my coming."
Present: the hooded executioner, two guards and a chaplain - frightened men all of them. The prisoner was dead, head severed, blood running into the gutter. The end of a monster and a hideous series of crimes.
Except that no on there could, or ever would, forget those chillingly blasphemous last words: "On the third day I shall live, and you will fear my coming."
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