ALEXANDERTime moves strangely in this place. It doesn’t feel fast, but it isn’t truly slow either. Days pass without meaning, one blending into the next. Hearing after hearing unfolds like a forced routine—sit, listen, deny, and return to the same suffocating room.At first, I treated all of this like a game. A flaw in the system that would eventually be corrected. I had money. I had connections. I had ways out. At least, that’s what I believed. But as time dragged on, those things began to crumble, one by one. The evidence kept piling up, too neat, too precise to deny. Recorded voices. Transaction trails. And worst of all, Lorian’s confession, painfully honest. Her name echoes in my head like a sound that refuses to fade. That woman dragged me here. Or maybe we dragged each other. I’m not sure anymore.Today, the courtroom feels different. There are more people than usual. Some faces I don’t recognize, others I’ve seen so often they’ve become dull. But this time, no one is really sp
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