The Old Bailey was the most famous courthouse in England. It rose above the London skyline like a monument to the law itself—a vast dome of stone and iron, damaged by bombing in 1941 and rebuilt with the careful attention of a society that valued its institutions more than its people. Ed had walked past it many times since arriving in London. He had looked up at the dome and thought about the trials that took place inside it, the verdicts delivered, the sentences pronounced. He had never imagin...
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