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... mall.
The ceilings were impossibly high, lost in shadow. The walls were paneled in dark, suffocating mahogany.
It smelled of beeswax and old grudges.
Marcus sat in the observation gallery. The wood bench was hard enough to bruise bone.
Beside him, Damien adjusted his collar. He looked bored, but his knee was bouncing.
"This is theater," Damien whispered. "Legally, they have nothing. They’re hoping she cracks under the shame."
"She won’t crack," Mar ...
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