The Lost Crown of the Knights Templar

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One by one, the men cast rocks, broken bricks, and even pieces of concrete at Toshana. All she could do was cower away from their inescapable ruck, while praying out loud for salvation from under her burka. Her back was bleeding. She could feel the warm wetness seep from where the pain came, slowly painting the inside of her black garment and making it stick to her skin. She hid her face under cover of her forearms, but she knew it would not save her.

Another large brick struck the side of her skull and her ears hissed under the sound of her screams. All she could hear outside of herself were the hateful cries and vulgar accusations hurled at her like the very stones she was being lapidated with.

“Zina! Zina!” they shouted in between their spitting and condemnation. They called her a fornicator, whore… filthy bitch, at least when she was able to hear above the barbaric grunts among them. Toshana clutched her head, opening up her ribcage to the boots of those who stood to her right. Trampling the woman, a hail of boots came down on her back and scuffed down her sides, cracking a few ribs. Her weeping profited her nothing, yet it was all she could do.

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