The Distant Whispers
The dossier lay on the mahogany table, its spine cracked from six years of handling. Elias Thorne stood at the gate of the High Court, his left hand trembling as he presented the final file to the clerk. He wanted to secure the conviction of the Minister of Trade, a man he had hunted for six years. The opposing force was the court’s visible bias; the judges exchanged glances that signal the...
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