The sun cuts into my eyes like flashing hot coals as salty rivers of sweat run down the hills and valleys of my masked face. The crowd has grown unbearably large around me, the faint hum of hushed whispers building and crashing against my ears like a tidal wave. Amidst this torrent of sound, a thousand eyes are turned to me. My legs quiver like a child’s as he takes his first steps and the weight of the axe in my hand is going to tear my arm from its socket any second.
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