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Genre: Historical Fiction
“Drinking alone, I see,” said the Roman judge to his mistress.
She filled his chalice. He gulped it.
“I’m celebrating completing my sculpture.”
He looked appraisingly.
“A passable likeness of yourself, but I’m ugly, instead of handsome.”
“I carved you the way I see you.”
“Vindictive wench, I have enough troubles. The city rages over this Nazarene carpenter I sent to Calvary.”
Suddenly, he clutched his stomach and fell to his knees.
“The wine . . . I am betrayed. You, a Christian?”
She lifted the statue and smashed his head.
“Nay. An eye for an eye. I’m Old Testament.”