Lioness in Lander
“I am doomed,” said the Lion, “for today I shall die.”
The town square was overwhelmed with its citizens. It was two minutes before the twelfth hour, but still no sun was shining. The air was misty; a thick, ghastly fog covered all, matching the somber mood of thin clouds which scarcely hid the grey skies overhead. Every eye was fixed upon the stage. Everyone had gathered here on this dreary October morning to see the death of the great cat. Low whispers pierced the obvious silence as she was led before them, bound at th...
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