The moonlit night was deep and still...
In the magistrate's office, he casually whipped away the white cloth and glanced down at the corpse.
"Oh, so that's what it looks like." He swallowed, then tremblingly pulled the cloth back over it.
She nudged the person beside her and said, "Go listen to what the corpse has to say."
He hurriedly shook his head. "No, I'm not going." He took several steps back, then declared righteously, brimming with courage, "I'm a coward."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
