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Whispers of Justice
In the hall of silent watchers, a tale soon to unfold, A report from the vigilant, in ink, stern and bold. Echoes of law's hushed march, under the scrutiny of the moon, Awaiting the words to dance, to the nation's expectant tune. In anticipation's embrace, each ear keenly bends, For whispers of justice, where truth ascends.
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