The shop owner faced threats, warning him not to sell the forbidden books again under severe consequences.
The shop owner, his voice trembling, tried to reason with the zealous crowd. "Please, I beg you, spare my shop. I won't sell these books anymore, I promise!"
A fervent follower, his face contorted in anger, shouted back, "You should have thought about that before selling this filth! We're doing the Lord's work here."
The condemned books, tossed into a large sack, elicited gasps from onlookers who understood the gravity of the situation.
A concerned bystander whispered to his friend, "I never thought books could cause such chaos."
As the procession moved through the streets, the chants grew louder.
A priest, holding a flask of holy water, approached the sack. "May the Lord cleanse us from the corrupting influence of these writings," he intoned.
