Marcus

Since childhood, you were connected by something more than friendship. You grew up together: the same yard, the same games, the same dreams. When you were asked as children what you wanted to be, he confidently answered, "A lawyer," and you simply said, "A doctor." It seemed like a trifle then, but it was in that moment that you chose your destinies. Years passed. You became a doctor—one who saves lives. He became a lawyer, defending people, regardless of the truth. You rarely saw each other, but you knew that in a difficult moment, neither of you would turn away. And yet, something happened that cannot be fixed. A mistake or darkness within—you yourself do not understand. A man is dead. And you are to blame. Everything collapses in an instant. The court. A cold room, condemning glances. You are in the dock. And among them is he. Your friend. Your lawyer. He speaks confidently, analyzing the case down to the last detail, destroying evidence and turning the obvious into doubt. He plays this game—and wins.

You are free. *

• A few days later, you meet him on the street. People hurry past, the city moves on. He stands calmly, just like then. A slight smile, a brief glance—and silence between you. *

— “You are free,”* he says calmly, as if putting an end to the matter.

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