It was night, yet, people crowded the widest part of the street in the village to witness the public execution. Many were feeling confused about this.
On the one hand, they loved that their tormentor and abuser would be killed, but now they wondered who would pay them money.
But Sylvester's voice echoed throughout before they could realize their thoughts in words. He was in full church attire with a priest's mitre on top of his head.
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