The courtroom smelled of polished wood and anticipation. I stood in front of the judge, cuffs glinting under the harsh overhead lights, the weight of every second pressing against my chest.
Two minutes.
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The courtroom smelled of polished wood and anticipation. I stood in front of the judge, cuffs glinting under the harsh overhead lights, the weight of every second pressing against my chest.
Two minutes.
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