Glass-and-Sand

Futile musings of an old ghost

Tag: justice

  • 14th dimensional Court, my Trial/3 231

    14th dimensional Court, my Trial/3 231

    I woke up early. My friend had spent the night watching over me, at the foot of the bed. I showered, made some coffee, fed Paul’s friend, and got dressed, in the sober and professional garb I wore for work at the university. Then the two of us started walking toward the Court’s building. I…