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A Quiet End

I hear my name announced: "Maria Charlotte de Meraux, you are sentenced to death by the guillotine for treason against the Republic and the Revolution. Your property will be confiscated by the state, and the sentence shall be carried out within twenty-four hours." I say nothing as I sit in the defendant's area. I look down at my crossed ankles and my small white shoes. The judge continues to call out names and death sentences. I hear moans and cries and angry screams. I continue to look down. We are led out of the court room to our respective cells. I have been in this cell for the past few weeks. I was arrested after they found I was a mem