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... and tall in the end. That he would hold his head high in defiance as the executioner read off his crimes.

He had been flogged already and his back was a mass of scars and torn flesh. Every soldier in the Kadian Army, save for those on sentry duty was in attendance. I stood among my men, shield planted in the ground and hands resting on its top.

Draxus and Hade stood to either side, an honor guard of sorts.

The executioner paused after each listed crime, giving Ser Robert ...

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