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There were many present that day. Many who watched, who could have intervened, who could have saved an innocent life.

None did.

One was chosen, out of all those who failed to act, one out of many to serve as an example to the rest.

She was bound and raised, struggling, to the highest roof, where she could see the market place, the streets and the alleyways, where she could look out over the entire town.

There, her body was made stone. Her mouth distorted in a scream that became forever frozen, her hands became granite claws, reaching eternally out towards the sinners and the saved alike.

There, from the highest roof, she would watch, forever silent, doomed until the day that her sin was no longer repeated.

© Kari Fay