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In the weeks leading up to the hearing, Elena had written a short message online. Just one sentence.
“Whatever comes, I choose faith over fear.”
Outside the courthouse, as the afternoon light faded, people gathered quietly. There were no chants. No slogans. Candles flickered against the winter air. Some prayed aloud. Others stood in silence. The crowd wasn’t there for spectacle. They were there for something far more fragile—meaning.
Inside, Tyler Rowan was taken into custody. His confession did not erase what he had done. It did not restore what had been lost. It only ended the lie. And sometimes, that is the most devastating act of all.
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