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At that moment, missing a single row of chairs to sneak to the door, I stared at the man, and noticed that I did not feel so affected by knowing that he deserved it, that he was there for having been refused at the gates of paradise and having descended with a single passage to hell, where he would pay for his cruelty in life. I found myself thinking if there was no justice in any way.

If the worst of punishments was not, ironically, a necessary good to punish those who thought they would never be caught. He had preferred death, chosen to take his own life so as not to have to rot in a prison. Not knowing that I already had a place dedicated to him in hell.

What made me think that all that audience was a simple event to observe human despair. In fact, there were hooded creatures that gathered in a group in the chairs on the left, and that leaned from time to time as the sinner cried, as a kind of spiral smoke flew towards them, as if they were really being fed by that repentant soul.

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