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Nobody answered him, but in the dark it seemed that the marble lips of one of the angels stretched out in a shy smile. And then followed the blow, powerful and crushing. Mario did not even understand what happened, and his bones were already crackled under the angel’s foot. Everything happened too quickly. He lay under their feet with broken hands and legs, and empty marble eyes looked at him without any expression.

It seems that the Inquisition was such a method of torture and execution – to throw stones to the convicted person on the chest until he suffocates under their severity. Mario regretted that he did not believe in the words of Blaise immediately, and put them in check. It turns out, the girl is not crazy. But she nevertheless lured him to the right death. Intentionally or not, he could only guess.

He did not even have time to say Blaise, that he would like to see her in his place. Oddly enough, this thought bothered him before his death most.

«Do not worry, we will say her!» Marble voices sounded like one, but leaned over him to finish him precisely the statue without the head.