![]() ![]() But as Ben stood in the yard, soldiers blocking him from the raucous crowd, he knew this was different. ![]() And Ben would watch in quiet horror from the shadow of Grace Neus Cathedral, the stained-glass windows in its towers feeling far too much like the Pious God’s judgmental eyes. Monxes, Church servants clad in heavy black robes, would scurry around the pyres, adding wood, supervising the soldiers who secured posts and readied chains. ![]() Anxious onlookers would pack the cathedral’s lawn, trampling the grass as they fought to see the spectacle at the end of the yard. He had told himself it would be no different from the other burnings. BENAT GALLEGO WAS thirteen when he watched his uncle and cousin burn to death. ![]()
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