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of the courtroom. Small and clear and absolutely certain.
Everyone turned.
Zariah stood in the doorway in her private school uniform, her small face flushed, her chin raised.
Tmaine went pale.
“Zariah, this is not a place for you,” he said. “Go outside.”
“Your honor,” Cromwell said, moving quickly, “this is a confidential proceeding. A minor has no place continue reading …
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