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Chapter 91: Julian's Sentence

作者: Josh OA
last update 公開日: 2026-08-24 22:34:52

POV: Lena Moretti

Julian's sentencing was three weeks after Victor's verdict. A separate proceeding. Different courtroom. Different judge. Smaller gallery because Julian's case didn't carry the same public weight as his father's. Victor was the architect. Julian was the instrument. The media covered the sentencing but without the frenzy that had surrounded the main trial. A secondary story. A footnote to the larger narrative.

I almost didn't go. I sat at the kitchen table that morning with Se
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