The Spanish militia drag you both from your cells—stony-faced and weapons drawn, their Cardinal informs you that today is the day you’ve been marked for death.
As you’re ushered out into the street, wrists chained, your eyes gaze upon the scaffold, a sickening feeling in your gut. Heads bowed, he peers at you through hooded eyes, offering a subtle nod—the long-awaited signal.
And as you round the corner, he rams a guard in the ribs with his elbows before charging through the crowd.
Run!
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