The Faded Photograph
The gavel hit the wood. "Objection overruled," the judge said. Margaret did not blink. She stood. Her spine was a steel rod. "Your Honor," she said. "The witness is lying." The room went silent. A pin could have dropped. It would have sounded like a gunshot. Margaret looked at the defendant. A young man. Eyes red. Hands shaking. He was crying. Not sobbing. Just leaking. Water from his face. The...
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