The haunting, shrill hum of a teremin, I guessed, sounded from the narrow hallway ahead, echoing, thriving,
fading, into the tar-thick air of the courtroom entrance.
It was a courtroom, of English design, but was held up no longer-
where a jury would normally sit was replaced with dustbunnies, a new adventure for them,
toppling and dancing through the ruins of the ancient room of law.
The teremin buzz stopped with a halt, a trace of the nightmarish tune
hanging patiently by a thread. |
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