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Chapter 68: The Public Hearing
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2026-05-08 19:18:01Chapter 68: The Public Hearing
Morning made everyone look more honest than they wanted.
The courthouse stood in the grey center of the city like an old lesson nobody enjoyed but everybody had to attend eventually. Stone steps, brass doors, wet footprints, a coat check run by a woman who had probably seen ministers cry and liars faint and found neither impressive.
Inside, the air smelled of paper, damp wool, radiator heat, and institutional patience.
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