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THE APOLOGY AND THE BLOW
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Nolan's subtle smile deepened, it was a silent acknowledgment of Aldrich's broken state.

The hall held its breath, every ear strained to catch his words. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, clear, and it carried to every corner of the vast space.

"Aldrich," Nolan began, his gaze was unwavering as he looked down at the man prostrate before him, "your words are heard. Your apology is accepted."

A collective sigh rippled through the onlookers. It was a mixture of relief and disappointment.

Aldrich, however, felt a flicker of something akin to hope, a fragile spark in the desolate landscape of his humiliation.

He dared a glance upward, meeting Nolan's steady gaze, searching for a sign of leniency, a hint of the man he thought he once knew.

But Nolan wasn't finished. "However," he continued, and the word hung in the air like a hammer blow, "actions have consequences. Your actions, Aldrich, were not merely a personal affront. They struck at the very heart of the integrity we uphol
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