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The courtroom didn’t look dramatic at first glance.Just polished wood, restrained lighting, flags standing still like they had sworn an oath to silence. But beneath that calm oh, beneath it storms waited.Elara sat straight, hands folded in her lap, spine strong enough to carry a thousand whispers. Cameras flashed outside these walls, media sharks circling, but in here, everything was quieter. Heavier. Like the air itself knew history was about to be rewritten.Adrian stood beside her.Not touching.Not because he didn’t want to but because this moment wasn’t about comfort. It was about truth.Across the room, Ethan looked… smaller.Not weak. Never