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The depths of a man's soul can not be measured in a manner of meters and fathoms, but rather, it is, in my opinion, only quantified by his proximity to heaven and hell. It was in such a state I ushered myself past the town tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds laughter and drunken piano playing. Had it only been a different night, a different place, a different kind of man passing along the threshold of that innocent pub, the events that transpired that night would have undoubtedly been drastically different. I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue when those exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless begging for their very lives.