Barabbas

The heat was unbearable. The earthen floors of the prison exhaled a poisonous stench that poisoned even the small amount of air drifting in from outside. Deep darkness reigned. Only a thin, glowing ray—a modest envoy of the sun, which blazed with heat—found its way into one of the cells through a small opening at the top. But the light irritated the prisoner, and with curses he turned away, covered his face with his shackled hands, biting his lips in powerless rage—until his mouth filled with blood...