Ignore the fear.
Ignore the ever-so-faint tremble in arms and legs.
Ignore the hungry shrieks and growls and mocking shouts in the Black Tongue that grow ever nearer.
Ignore the weight of the axe in sweating palms and the acrid scent of anticipation that rises from the Company.
Soon it will be over, and there will be nothing left to fear.
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