The body swayed in the howling wind as the noose creaked on the gallows’ crossbeam. The distant scurrying of a rat was the only sound in the empty square.
Hangman glanced out the window and glimpsed the dangling body in the pale moonlight. He sighed. He hated the job, but the little ’uns had to eat.
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