Shadows of Justice Emerge

In the hush of dawn, whispers rise like mist, Painting silent strokes on the canvas of the just. Shadows emerge, purveyors of the dawn's light, Holding the scales where truth must fight. In the heart of France, a tale unfolds, Where the grip of justice firmly holds. For in the realm of right, there's no room for fear, The shadows of justice, ever so near.

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