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The Execution The man with the receding hairline stepped up to the table, hands bound behind him with the course rope of cane fibers. He showed the signature deep tan of a field worker, and had the stocky build of the native people.  His shock of white-blonde hair topped his head like duck down, bleached by the sun to its current color. All in all, he was a deceivingly average-looking man. But he had been arrested for an inhuman act of cruelty. The killing of a child was, after all, the worst crime that could possibly be committed. If anyone thought him innocent, they stayed silent. If any of the people in the audience knew him, recognized h