Ezra, tied to a post. The firing squad running late, and the
crowd only gathering. Ezra, untied, cuffed and led to stand face forward. An
outburst. Restrained and limbs bound tightly, pocked wall behind him.
Anduriņa.
He thought of Her on many crisp mornings, but it was not
until his final hour that he realized the depth of his attachment. The smell of a waking sun eased into
his bitter lungs and a fleet swallow occupied the air....
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