Day 6, Tuesday

Your trial was today. They didn't make me go because I told them I was shaken from the ordeal. I stayed in my room and waited for a messenger. He handed me the verdict in an envelope. I feared the worst; almost nobody survives the sexuality trial. I opened it and read the lengthy paperwork, searching for the only word I needed. There it was, at the bottom in read ink. Guilty.

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