A Hanging~
Seth Callan
Jorendon
“The most dangerous lies can be the easiest to accept. They assure us what we want to believe is the righteous truth and mock our conscience for doubting it so.”
“It’s human nature,” he says. “We prefer an easy lie over a difficult truth.”
“Especially if it justifies a prejudice we’ve grown comfortable with.”
Seth shouldered through the crowd in Jorendon’s Greenmarket Square, losing sight of Calum in the teeming throng. When he spotted his tall brother-in-law again over the sea of heads, Calum was roughly disengaging himself from a persistent street vendor. Seth whistled to draw his attention.
“Sweet Mother,” Calum said, brushing off his sleeve. “I think every peddler in Jorendon must be here in this square. What’s going on?”
“A hangin’ gents,” said
