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The blade is hoist; the crowds are flooding in to witness gruesome act of beheading a man who had stolen but paltry pence. Onlookers gloat and revel in suspense. He'd robbed a pauper of her parish alms. The law is strict. On this it has no qualms. His neck is on the block he starts to pray as last few seconds quickly tick away. Approaching chime of ten, folk hold their breath. The blade drops fast and takes him to his death. It's shocking but these are the brutal facts that people have to face in Halifax.

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Date: 2/7/2020 11:00:00 AM
Nice piece, visionary I must say. I look this one..
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Tony Hargreaves
Date: 2/10/2020 6:01:00 AM
Hello Jamad. Many thanks for your comment. Tony