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The air was still as the rope was let loose. The crowd seemed to suck in its breath all at once, like one massive unit. The blade hissed as it slid down its wooden captors until it made its final thump onto the stained, wooden block. The crowd cheered and roared as the head of the nobleman was pulled from the basket by the hair and liften high for all to see. Another victim of The Widow, Madame Guillotine.
A few members of the crowd were splattered with blood as the head swung from the fingers of the executioner. A few reached out to touch it. A peasant ran up onto the platform to get a better look at the once powerful man's head, and then proceeded to stick his dingy fingers into the wound of the severed neck. The croud cheered louder at this act of disrespect, holding their small children up on their shoulders to give them a better view.
In a nearby alley a ten your old boy watched the scene with fascination and horror. He put his grimy arm up and swept away his dirty blonde hair that had fallen into his eyes, bright blue just now, then wiped it on his faded blue shirt and ripped tan breeches. As the crowd began to disperse, he padded down the alley in the other direction. HIs bare feet pounding the dirt floor echoed between the stone walls.
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