The Wistful Witness

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The gavel did not strike the wood; it hovered, a suspended threat, before the silence in the chamber grew so heavy it seemed to press against my eardrums. I was not there for the verdict, though the air smelled of the dust and old varnish that coated the benches where the public sat, their eyes dull and expectant like cattle in a pen. I was there for the coat. It hung on the back of the Judge’s...

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