Today’s case was impossible. On one side stood the Church of the Gleaming Path, which had accused a young water-seller named Kael of stealing a holy relic—a cup said to catch the tears of a dying star. On the other side stood no evidence, only Kael’s trembling insistence: “I am innocent.”
The chamber gasped. She walked slowly to the center of the floor, her robe whispering against the stone. She stopped before Kael. the judge
She placed the law-stone back on its pedestal. Today’s case was impossible