The heavy reinforced doors of the High Federal Judicial Chamber swung open with a slow, grinding hiss. Outside, a squad of tactical marshals stood at full attention, their submachine guns held at low ready across the marble corridor.Galen Prakoso adjusted the cuff of his dark suit jacket, his broad frame casting a long shadow across the polished granite floor. He glanced down at Nurin."This is the final knot," Galen said, his baritone voice a low, steady rumble.
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