Authors Pov The rustling of dried leaves and the mournful wail of the cold strong wind signaled the chill of an approaching storm. Dark clouds loomed low in the sky, casting everything into shadow. Yet, Selena stood in the middle of it all, still and unshaken, like a statue carved from stone. Her face was blank, showing no emotion, but her glassy, distant eyes told a different story. They stared past the crowd, as if she wasn’t really there anymore. Her hair flowed loosely, a few strands falling forward to partially cover her face. Her lips, dry and slightly cracked, were pressed into a thin, silent line, making no sound or plea. Her hands were tied tightly in an iron grip, forcing her into submission. She was made to kneel on the cold, hard ground, prepared to accept her punishment. Behind her stood the wooden post, its surface rough and scarred from countless punishments delivered in the name of justice. Selena’s shoulders drooped slightly. Suddenly, the sharp sound of metal
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