Prompts = Music, Brew, Execute
The decision was made not because I was arrested, but because someone needed to be blamed. I’m no saint, but nothing in my past should put a noose around my neck. The town wants to execute someone; I’m as good as any, I suppose.
Knowing my death is inevitable on the morrow and being roundly ignored by the guards, music is an escape. I can hear the piano player in the local tavern over the drunken laughter inside. I can even imagine drinking a brew or three; simple pleasures are all I have left.
It helps to believe in reincarnation.
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