The lingering echoes of the judgment gavel still vibrated beneath the dome. Ledu's expensive Fontaine silk shirt was already soaked in cold sweat, its costly silver-thread embroidery looking like a tightening hangman's noose under the pale light. He parted his mouth in vain, his throat emitting only a ragged, wheezing rattle. The suppressed gasps of the public gallery had not yet subsided, merging into a wave of low roars that lashed against the isolated island of the defendant's stand.
"Silence!" Neuvillette's voice cut through the boiling air like an ice blade.
"My lord!"
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