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... as the lead singer. It was a kingdom and she was the queen. It was an army and she was the general.
But most of all, it was an execution and all eyes were on her. That was where Emily was. Alone, on a stage that would serve as her death bed. With nothing but a sea of grass as spectators.
A noose was fastened around her neck by phantom hands, and try as she might to turn her head this way and that. Emily could not see the face of her executioner. She could only feel their cold bre ...
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