The gavel fell with a thunderous finality, echoing through the hollow chambers of the courtroom like a death knell for a future that had barely begun.
When the judge uttered the words “four hundred and fifty-two years,” the air vanished from the room, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that pressed against the chests of everyone present. A teenager stood before the bench, his face a mask of youthful vulnerability stripped bare by the cold, unyielding mechanics of the law. It was a punishment that defied the very concept of human mortality, a sentence so extreme it transformed a boy into a ghost
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