***The crows had long since pecked out his eyes, but this did little to diminish the throngs that gathered at the Wooden Circus by the Xylocircus gate. Everyday a fresh crowd arrived to behold the wondrous sight, eager to catch a glimpse of his ferocious visage before it rotted away entirely. Every so often, an attendant would shimmy up the wooden pole and use a whisk to drive away the clouds of flies that gathered around the infamous face. The wellborn and commons alike were in agreement; after the catastrophic defeat in Africa, it was a superb consolation to gaze upon the severed head of Dengizich.
CONSTANTINOPLE, EARLY 469 AD
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