The first person to approach the victim lectern was Sarah Lindqvist. Dressed in dark navy, her posture tall and proud, she set David's antique brass desk clock on the wooden stand. Its rhythmic ticking was audible in every corner of the silent chamber. "Judge Martinez," Sarah said softly, her voice steady and clear, "for three years, my family lived in an agonizing silence. Victor Hale's mercenaries followed my boys to…
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