GOD-DAMN THE MAN WHO
WILL NOT BE SLIGHTED
Salome danced for Herod, and that was
the end of that. The Dance Of the Seven
Veils they've since called it. With the
Baptist in his cistern beneath her, he'd
angled not to see her from beneath her
flowing cloak. When finished, she
approached Herod and demanded the
Baptist's head. On a platter of silver,
please. The executioner sharpened the
steel and a simple cry rang out - the
master had hit his mark, and John the
Baptist was dead, leaving for evidence
only his head.
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