The executioners had killed hundreds of people. Most went in terror. Most went in tears.
These women went in joy.
One observer wrote it down in words that survived two centuries: “Those silly girls all die laughing.”
Another said: “These women are all dying with laughter.”
It was not laughter the way the world understands laughter. It was peace. The kind of peace that comes from knowing exactly where you are going.
The bodies of all thirty-two nuns were thrown into mass graves four kilometers from town. Dumped alongside three hundred other victims like they were nothing.
Then two days changed everything.
July 26th, 1794. The last five nuns were killed.
July 28th, 1794. Just two days later, Maximilien Robespierre was arrested in Paris. The man behind the entire Reign of Terror was guillotined by his own machine.
The Terror was over. The killing stopped.
Ten other nuns who had been sitting in Orange prison waiting for their turn were released. They walked out of those cells in 1795, alive because five women had died two days too early.
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