Deep under the courthouse they drag you down a dark, dank corridor. You pass locked doors, of what must be the cells of prisoners. From some you hear moaning. But soon you enter a large vaulted chamber. 

On a chair in the center of the room is bound a young woman. Three men are gathered around her. One has pen and paper at hand; a second in the robes of a professor is speaking with her; the third is doing something to her left hand.

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