I went there on the day when the young lady asked about beheading.
The sky was exceptionally clear, with not even a single cloud in the bright blue sky. The large place was crowded with people in darkness. Looking forward from the back, all one could see were the dark and shiny backs of heads one after another. But no one spoke, just like the weather that day when there was no wind, it was so quiet that only the occasional crow was heard.
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