Chapter 53, Escape Across the Burning Bridge

Aaaah, the dying screams of men and women are of one gut-stinging cry! Soon the wheels were red with their blood and our sin. I thought that my own innards would rush forth from my dry-heaving lips. All this was the most barbaric madness. Again and again desperate wails came from those being crushed and torn in front of, and then under, our carriage. I hugged the furs to my ears so that I would hear them less…

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