SUNDAY

If anyone had told me that I would get a second, stranger visit with the higher court, I would have said they were lying. But this time I was merely a subject of examination.

They had peered into my mind countless times with their intrusive mind's-eye. The feeling they gave me was like a great blanket was thrown over your brain, preventing you from communicating with any other part of your body—they said they did it that way so I wouldn't be distracted.

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