It was a farce. A show trial. Lip service to the laws that the they claimed to revere.
Indeed, there was no surprise in the verdict of the military tribunal.
"Guilty."
The courtroom was nearly empty, his trial being closed to the public.
He played his part well, indeed. No fear on his features. Back straight, convictions strong.
He didn't fear death. Still, there was a pang of regret he didn't expect when they handed down his sentence.
"Death."
He ignored the choked cry of dismay from behind him, and they led him away to await his execution.
…At dawn.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 100
Oooooh…I am on a roll. Got the next one percolating. Anyone want the next one tonight?