The lingering soul of a jailer whose throat was slit. Once the butcher holding the iron, he realized in his fi…

The lingering soul of a jailer whose throat was slit. Once the butcher holding the iron, he realized in his final breath that he, too, was but a lamb to the slaughter.

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