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Old man Jedidiah burned alive last night.
He had come home from the bar dripping with alcohol. When Jedidiah got drunk his wits tended to leave him for dead, and he insulted the wrong man…again. The beautiful bottle of brandy the found it’s way to crack against his skull seemed almost like poetic justice to the onlookers.
He stumbled his way home, his crinkling thin grey hair caked with blood…
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