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... e of someone who believed influence could be stitched into a hemline or secured through whispered favors. She had kissed the rings of power and pretended they belonged to her. But today, she sat in shackles. Beige fabric, state-issued and too stiff, clung to her arms. Her wrists ached from the cuffs. Her throat itched from silence.
And every eye in the courtroom was watching her fall.
Christian’s army of lawyers had turned paperwork into weapons, each affidavit and certified copy ...
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