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Short, Occasionally Sweet - Gwynnyd's Drabbles  by Gwynnyd

“King’s Justice!” the old man snorted. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

The tall stranger gave a bemused look around the inn court where the soldiers stood. The old judge in his robes settled behind a table and the line of the accused waited to be heard.

“Here in the south you do not trust the king to see justice done?”

The man spat. “The lawyers will allege whatever they want and the judgment always goes with the biggest bribe.”

Grey eyes flashed and the stranger folded his hands on the table as the first hearing began.

“Not anymore.”


InstaDrabble words:
south, alleged, strangers, accused





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