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... n his hand. The blade caught the sunlight and flashed coldly.
Behind him, on the big platform, everyone held their breath. But no one held it tighter than Elizabeth.
Her hands were squeezed together so hard her nails dug into her palms.
The Pope took one careful step forward, staying just outside the sacred circle, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice.
"You will have to cut yourself and let the platform drink your blood."
She stepped back right away, giving h ...
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