Babylon, in the late afternoon. The skies turn reddish very early this day, due to the fall-out of a sandstorm that came out of the desert.
But no dust bowl can stop the course of justice. A wealthy town, a center of bustling trade, creates huge opportunities, but also attracts characters of questionable conduct, who are out for quick gains using any means. Enterprise is free, but law is intolerant for those who either corrupt it, or – blasphemy! – question it. Scammers and swindlers, thieves and robbers, bribers and the bribed, rioters and troublemakers, none of them should count on mercy, to the satisfaction of the hard-working traders, craftspeople and other decent townsfolks.
As scheduled, the crosses just outside the mighty walls of the city, have received their regular ratios of fresh meat. The crucifixions have taken place early in the morning, within one hour after sunrise. The tens of spectators they drew, dispersed afterwards, taking shelter for the weather, went to doing their daily tasks. Now, in this early evening, they come back, curious how the condemned did.
The dust and the patchy clouds had somewhat softened the direct solar radiation on their naked bodies during the day. But the hot dry, dust loaded air felt very heavy and muggy all day long, and made the ordeal even harsher. Breathing was hard. Dust stuck to their bodies, irritating their skin. It ran off with trickles of sweat and blood, and settled again when the bodily liquids dried up.
Finally, the shadow of the city walls falls upon the crucified. Just one small relief of their torment, since the walls will radiate accumulated heat for many hours, and the occasional faint, warm breezes will neither bring cooling. Exhausted, their bone dry lips, tongue and throat only swallows sand dust since hours.
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