The Nail Man

S Steve Turner
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Which one was it that held the nails and then hammered them into place? Did he hit them out of anger, or a simple sense of duty? Was it a job that had to be done, or a good day's work in the open air? And when they clawed past bone and bit into wood, was it like all the others, or did history shudder a little beneath the head of that hammer? Was he still there, packing away his tools, when 'It is finished' was uttered to the throng, or was he at home washing his hands and getting ready for the night? Will he be among the forgiven on that Day of Days, his sin having been slain by his own savage spike?

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