Crown of Glass
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~Her fate was sealed with a single word: guilty. ~
Countless people stood before me, gazing at me with eyes as sharp as daggers, the judge's sharpest of all. I felt like I was pinned to my chair by an invisible force. He slammed his hammer down loudly on the desk and roared, "GUIL-TY!" after a moment of searching my expression.
"Wait, no, give me a chance!" I yelped and felt people grab the collar of my shirt, and finally gave way to darkness.
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