The Red Herring
The courtroom was standing room only. Reporters from every major newslink crowded in the rear with satcams poised and aimed, the air buzzing with pent up electricity. A solemn hush falling when she arrived, the room turned quiet as a sanctuary of prayer. We all held our breath in the stillness of the precious moments of her passing, the burnished wooden benches elevated to pews by her mere presence.
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