Saliha
His lies were more than enough. He was a prisoner now, a filthy one. I knew I could have saved him if I had mercy. I also knew though, he did not deserve forgiveness.
He was a shallow man. The kind that keeps his mind locked up in a balloon of dust. He liked listening to his own words in this balloon as they resonated the same tones of a banging drum.
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