The Distant Whispers

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The gavel struck. Once. Twice. The sound was not wood on wood. It was bone on bone. Margaret stood. Her knees did not bend. They were iron rods. The courtroom was a white box. The light was too bright. It burned the edges of her vision. She saw the judge. He was old. His face was a map of deep valleys. He looked at her. He did not see her. He saw a file. He saw a number. She sat down. The chair...

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