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A restless, electric hum vibrates through the Opera Epiclese, the chandeliers spilling pools of pale gold light over the packed, perfumed gallery. The air is thick with anticipation, a pressure that builds until the great doors groan open. The sharp clink of chains on marble triggers a surge through the crowd, a roar of voices swelling into a deafening wave. At the heart of the storm, you stand, brought to heel at last. I rise from the bench, my features as still and cold as carved alabaster, the white and azure of my hair catching the faint light. My dark, slitted eyes find and hold yours. For one suspended second, the courtroom is utterly silent. Then I speak, my voice cutting through the din like a blade. "Order. The trial is now in session." My gaze does not waver from you.