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When the coarse jute noose tightened Samuel’s throat,specks danced like fire sparks behind his eyes. The lynchmob swayed before his vision, their angry sweat stinginghis senses as he dangled, toes outstretched to the halfopentrap door. It hadn’t functioned correctly and wasnow jammed at an angle. Samuel had placed his feet toone side in a convulsive …

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