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... olunteered for this... why do terrible things happen to good men like me?
The thought burned painfully as the prisoner struggled to reconcile his foolish choice with the terrifying reality he now faced.
There were no tears left to shed as the adrenaline had dried them from his eyes.
All he could feel was panic and regret swelling inside him.
When the elders had asked who wanted to act in the play that night, he had been among the first to raise his hand, eager to ...
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