Lena St. Clair
When I was little, my mother told me my great-grandfather had sentenced a beggar to die in the worst possible way, and that later the dead man came bad killed my great-grandfather. Either that, or he died of influenza one week later.
I used to play out the beggars last moments over and ain in my head. In my mind, I saw the executiorip off the mans shirt and lead him into the open yard. "This traitor," read the executioner, "is senteo die the death of a thousand cuts." But before he could even raise the sharp sword to whittle his life away, they found the beggars mind had already broken into a thousand pieces. A few days later, my great-grandfather looked up from his books and saw this same man looking like a smashed vase hastily put back together. "As the sword was cutting me down," said the ghost, "I thought this was the worst I would ever have to endure. But I was wrong. The worst is oher side." And the dead man embraced my great-grandf……（内容加载失败！）
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