The elderly man was pushed into the garishly lit room. In front of him, a smartly dressed man in a frock coat held out his hand.
Instinctively, the elderly man shook it, briefly noting the absurdity of formally greeting his executioner.
However, his attention was distracted by the sight of a long black table in the centre of the room, attached to which were buckles and straps. And, rising above the table, hanging menacingly high, was a huge silvery-black blade.
Within a few moments, the condemned man was bound face-down on the table and a steel rod was pressed on to his back. With his face looking into a basket, his nostrils detected the smell of dried blood over the stench of disinfectant and sawdust.
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