The sky darkened and the crows flew wildly screaming. Dust swirled in the wind over the ground. The sand crunched beneath his boots as he walked up the stairs of the Decapitorium.
The large axe casually laid over his shoulder and he looked with cold eyes in the direction of on the Stump. He waits ......patiently...for the next victim.
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