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MY OWN JUDGEMENT TO MY SIN

THYME'S POV:

The courtroom air was thick and heavy, smelling of old paper, polished wood, and the suffocating pressure of a life hanging in the balance. I stood beside my lawyer, a solitary, trembling figure in a vast, dark-paneled room that felt more like a tomb than a hall of justice. The jud...