By Mike Shevdon
The 8th courtroom has been tested, yet petty rivalries and outdated disputes threaten its balance. The mongrels that make up the courtroom are usually not aiding, and Blackbird enlists assistance from the warders to maintain the peace.
Has Blackbird bitten off greater than she will be able to chunk, and will the uneasy peace among the courts proceed lower than such stress and rivalry?
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