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The next moment I was chained to my chair

The next moment I was chained to my chair again,–the fires were lit, the bells rang out, the litanies were sung;–my feet were scorched to a cinder,–my muscles cracked, my blood and marrow hissed, my flesh consumed like shrinking leather,–the bones of my legs hung two black withering and moveless sticks in the ascending blaze;–it ascended, caught my hair,–I was crowned with fire,–my head was a ball of molten metal, my eyes flashed and melted in their sockets;–I opened my mouth, it drank fire,–I closed it, the fire was within,…and we burned, and burned! I was a cinder body and soul in my dream.