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The judge was an old man; so old, he seemed to have outlived time and change and death. His parrot - face and parrot - voice were dry, like his old, heavily - veined hands. His scarlet robe clashed harshly with the crimson of the roses. He had sat for three days in the stuffy court, but he showed no sign of fatigue.
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