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...the willing sacrifice of youth...

  ...the willing sacrifice of youth. The honour he feels, the preparation, the fear. The strength of the ropes tying him, the discomfort of the forced pose. The last kiss from the Lady, the ancient black stone in his mouth, the feel of the bronze blade across his throat...

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