the world tilt

her illegitimate son resided. I was in the library with my daughter

vice agent

dent needs to see

, clutching her young son. The boy looked pale but was breathing

eked, pointing a trembling finger at me

ten years, I had accepted every accusation, every humiliat

plot had changed me. Th

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t it echoed in the ten

nuine surprise crossed his face. It was the

se hardene

ssed, his voice l

He didn't need a trial

ents. "She will undergo a full psychological eva

ure the press gets pictures of her... distress. The world

It was torture, packaged

one, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. He had declared wa