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... down before he’d even taken his seat.
The dark mahogany panels stretched up the walls, portraits of past presidents glaring down with the kind of judgment only oil paint could preserve.
Crystal chandeliers spilled golden light over polished tables arranged in a rigid U-shape, as if the room itself had been designed to make the accused feel small.
His eyes went first to William and Brad. They sat opposite him, injuries wrapped and displayed like props.
William shif ...
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