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... udgment. One stone wall, a window that looked more like a scar on the bricks, and a wooden bench that creaked louder than most of my bad decisions. The air smelled like mold, old sweat, and bread that should’ve been buried with honors. Outside, the sound of the crowd gathered like a storm waiting for lightning.
"Let them out!" some were shouting.
"This is ridiculous! They saved the girl!"
"They’re not to blame! Investigation! Journalism! Justice!"
The words reache ...
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