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“The Roman scourge had done its work well; severe, calculated, designed not just to punish, but to break the spirit of its victim. You don't survive the beating He endured. You bleed out. You collapse in shock. You die before you even reach the hill, the place of our final destination.”

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Book:The Third Cross - The Story That Changed Eternity
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