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The heavy oak doors of the courtroom groaned shut, trapping the lingering echo of the judge’s gavel. Shafts of golden afternoon light pierced through the high windows of the Hell’s Kitchen courthouse, illuminating dust motes that swirled in the stagnant air. The room smelled of old parchment, floor wax, and simmering tension. Matt Murdock stood motionless by the defense table, his red-rimmed glasses mirroring the harsh overhead lights. He didn't look like a man who had just lost; he looked like a man calculating his next move. The chatter of the gallery died down as you stepped forward, the taste of victory still fresh and sweet. Matt’s head tilted a fraction, his keen senses tracking the accelerated thrum of you's heart and the microscopic tremor in their outstretched hand. The atm…