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... as hammered into place beside his head by the Gold Cloaks who had strung up the head. The message was clear enough that one didn't need to rise up on tiptoes to read it.
[Do not fuck with Her Majesty!]
It was a disturbing deterrent against other revolutions, and even the Templar Abbot who usually called down rain and hail 'pon the sinners of the Capital tempered his preaching. No one wanted to be the bodyless head peering out with fly-infested blue lips at the carts of traders ro ...
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