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Kahi: Yes… The bloody ace couldn’t have been found at the crime scene. Why? Because the killer took it with him when he left. Leaving the wrong card in its place… luckily for us…
Kahi: My verdict was already handed down… two years ago.
Cronk: Then… You really…?
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Kahi: Yes. I forged this card. One look at the crime scene should’ve told you it wasn’t real.
Cronk: But… But you can’t do something like that and call yourself an attorney!
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Kahi: Who’s calling themselves an attorney, Cronk?
Cronk: So it’s true… The rumor is true! Two years ago…
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Kahi: None of that matters much now, does it?
Cronk: Nnngh… Grrrraarrrgh!
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Cronk: (I… I punched him. I punched a hobo just like he did years ago…)
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Kahi: It’s your story from here on out, Cronk. Perhaps I can help you turn the next page… My office’s address. Drop in, if you like.
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Kahi: Oh, about your uppercut. Try yelling, “Take that!” next time. I find it packs a little more punch. And Cronk, thanks for today. I had a good time.
And with that, Kahi walked out the door. That’s how my first trial ended. A lot of mysteries went unsolved, and, at the time, I had no idea they were all related. Every mystery that day, connected by a single thread of logic. I’d find that out soon enough.
My name is Cronk Justice, moderator. And this is how my story begins.
#THE END