One day two guards come to your cell and pull you out. Deep under the courthouse they drag you down a dark, dank corridor. You pass the locked the cells of other prisoners. From some you hear moaning. But soon you enter a large vaulted chamber. 

A fireplace burns warmly in the corner. There are various benches and metal tools. Three men sitting behind a table. 

The one on the left is a clerk.

The man in the middle wears the robes of university professor. 

The man on the right is the town executioner.


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