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The two men sitting at a table by the fire are not, for once, having a disturbing conversation.
Instead, they are sorting through a pile of exceedingly nasty-looking objects.
"That the lot of them?"
"All we were carrying, at least. Breast ripper, Spanish tickler, heretic's fork, thumbscrews, iron gag, tongue tearer, skull splitter, bone shears, pear of anguish, more thumbscrews, another pear of anguish, witch spider. Oh, and another Spanish tickler." Croup grins.
The morbidly interested are welcome to comment.
I have the next, oh, seven hours. Tag away.
Instead, they are sorting through a pile of exceedingly nasty-looking objects.
"That the lot of them?"
"All we were carrying, at least. Breast ripper, Spanish tickler, heretic's fork, thumbscrews, iron gag, tongue tearer, skull splitter, bone shears, pear of anguish, more thumbscrews, another pear of anguish, witch spider. Oh, and another Spanish tickler." Croup grins.
The morbidly interested are welcome to comment.
I have the next, oh, seven hours. Tag away.