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“Antonucci?” He sat with head down, shoulders slumped, his helmet laying on its side on the ground beside the scrub rock.  In his right hand was a wooden-handled coarse brush that had seen plenty of use.  He sat staring at the ugly object in his left hand:  a flagrum. Two of them – stiff, stinking and repulsive from a recent scourging.   It was like … Continue reading »