The Wistful Silence
The silence in the High Court was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against my eardrums and settled into the marrow of my bones, a suffocating blanket woven from the cold indifference of the Inquisition’s bureaucracy. I stood before the bench, my hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, grinding exhaustion of forty-two years spent in service to a crown that now viewed...
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