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F ootsteps falling on the polished marble in the corridor. Herod glanced at the entranceway hoping that it would not be, yet at the same time, wishing it were over. The guard entered the room with John’s head rocking gently in a pool of blood on a silver platter. Salome’s self-assured countenance disappeared. She recoiled in horror. “Take it to her, I don’t want it. She’s the one who wanted it.” the girl said. The guard set the platter at the feet of her mother. Herodias raised her eyebrows and smiled.
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