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Submitted to Contest #48
Benjah pressed his hands into his face. It was the end of his career. Perhaps his life if the stories of the Westlevain prison were true. ‘Do you contest the verdict Mr. Moirson?’ The judges deep jowly voice, quite comical with his bulldog appearance, now cut through him like a winter chill. The fraud accusations had come mere days ago. His files had overflown with condemning evidence, any lawyer had recommended he call it in and pray. Benjah made to speak but his lips stuck to together and his throat had become so dry he coughed. Taking a ...
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