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THE MOCK TRIAL
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2026-09-05 21:37:00CLAIRE
The lecture hall is bathed in the pale, fluorescent light that seems to drain the color from everything it touches. I'm slouched in my seat, my pen hovering over a notebook I've barely touched, when Professor Morrison's voice cuts through the drone of the morning. "This semester, we'll be conducting a mock trial. You'll be assigned roles, given a case file, and expected to argue your position before a panel of your peers." He says it with the sa
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