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>THE MADNESS
The gallows are clean and made of beautiful wood. It is a rare thing to see such material in the City. And so much of it! The police have to keep the crowds from tearing the entire thing down lest there be no more hangings.
But you are not here to engorge yourself on such wonderful sights. There is only terror and madness under the earth.
You are you but you're not you. The woman who is standing on the gallows isn't you either.
From miles away, she turns her head and smiles at you with your wonderful smiling face. It is not your smile. The man in the chessboard pattern suit walks up behind her and says a few words. He is not himself either. He puts a hand on the lever and looks around in a daze, like he's waking up from a dream. There is no one to watch.
Your hands struggle free at the last possible moment. But all you do is smile and wave towards the you who is not you. You need to do nothing more than to savor this wonderful moment. Then the hand swings down and there is a sickening loss of balance and something inside of you yet very distant cracks. The world goes cold and it is very hard to breathe.
The entire world has shrunk to a mere pinpoint of light. A long cold needle of mortal terror has stabbed into your brain. You want to run somewhere else far, far away, but your body does not respond...
Ah, ah, ah.
<span class="mu-s">“But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, don't worry about that," said the Cat with a rictus grin: "We’re all mad down here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
"Just do what comes natural."</span>
