Flames on the torches held aloft bt shadowy figures danced in the blustery wind. Creaking on its hinges a heavy oak door swung noisily back and forth. Holding a struggling naked man on their shoulders four black- robed men hurried from the church. Following closely in their footsteps four similary clad figures carried a heavy wooden cross. Twelve in all now stood waitng outside the church, shuffling their feet impatiently anxious to be on their way. The wind seemed to blow harder at the torches as if trying to extinguish the flames in a effort to hide the man's nakedness from his captors prying eyes. Its icy breath however only encouraged the flames to burn more fiecely.
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