He leisurely picked up the teacup at his side and took a gentle sip, as if savoring the tense atmosphere of the courtroom. As he set the cup down, his sleeve casually brushed across the tabletop with a slightly exaggerated motion—
With a soft "clack," a small, neatly folded piece of paper, about half the size of a palm, slipped from his sleeve and dropped onto the cold blue-brick floor.
The sound of the paper falling was very light, but in the extreme silence of the courtroom, it was as clear as a jade bead dropping onto a plate.
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