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Deep night long ago fell on the small town of Lazerville, but its inhabitants could not sleep. The square near the old church is full of people. Despite this, dead silence reigned around. No one dared to make the slightest sound. There was confusion on the faces of the townspeople. It seemed even the air around was soaked with anxiety. All eyes are riveted on a tear-stained girl with her hands tied behind her back and a man in a gold embroidered coat that stood on a wooden platform in the center.
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