Justice
Evidence based on rumour didn’t convince the judges But the bell just wouldn’t stop ringing, continued to resonate through the exhausting labyrinth of questions without answers, of crushed souls and hurt pride. In the race to the finish, running for the doors as they closed mercilessly one by one, defeat asprospect and hell as first prize, a fruitful solution beckons at the gate, giving way to moral justice. Paradox of a shattered being and an indefinite upright ahead.
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