“Your honor, members of the jury, please consider the following.” The lawyer took to the floor. “ We got 'evidence' and 'witnesses' and 'oaths' and all this fanfare. But allow me to ask you, is this really the best way to get to the bottom of this? Aren't we just guessing at the end of the day? Might there be a better way of resolving case like this? I would argue, there is. And if it pleases you all, I would very much like to demonstrate.”
The judge took measure of the lawyer, then pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine, fine. I'll allow it. Go ahead, do your thing.”
The lawyer nodded in gratitude. From his suitcase he produced a vial of sheep's blood and a box filled with ashes of unknown provenance —both of which he proceeded to dump on the wooden floor. With this mixture he drew a large circle, and a number of arcane symbols within it.
He began chanting. The windows blew open, the lights flickered. The ethereal figure of a man emerged from the circle.
“Tell us! Who killed yo—”
No one saw the people present at the courthouse ever again.
— Bastian Espada
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