The drums beat like an angry heart. Sebastian was escorted between two guards onto the scaffold, over the trap door. The rope was place around his neck. The crowd was silent, hundreds of eyes locked onto him, seeing him, confirming his existence for all of time. It didn’t matter that his name would be said with hatred, because his name would still be said.
Witch Craft: the Tale of Giacomo - Epilogue Back to the Beginning - ch. 1