My new job was cleaning up places where people had died alone, taken their own lives, or been left undiscovered for days until their bodies began to rot. The owner was blind in one eye. One look at my hands, and he knew they were built for writing. The household chores had roughened them up, but not rough enough to look like those who'd gone through manual labor."This job's filthy. It reeks, and you'll be dealing with the dead. Sure, you can do this, girl?"I said nothing. I put on my gloves, stepped into the room where a body had been lying, and without hesitation shoved a comforter crawling with maggots into a disposal bag. The owner hired me on the spot.It was a buried history, but I was the law school's most brilliant student five years ago. My mentor once told me, "You're born to uphold justice, Natalie. You'll be the best judge we've ever seen!"And now I was cleaning up the mess the dead had left behind. Still, the stench of rotting corpses felt more tangible than th
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