Everyone stood in front of him, scanning him like he was some sort of a prey, like they were looking for the softest spots on his being, ready to tear him apart, bit by bit, to make him pay by the mistakes that weren't his, like some kind of a lamb to sacrifice, like he was nothing but an error that has to be destroyed, maybe he was, but death would have been kinder
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