The high-pitched siren wail of the suspended mirror pierced the cold mountain pass like molten wire driven into bone.
Forty-two feet above the granite courtyard, the twelve-foot bronze disk spun wildly on its eight iron chains.
It was no longer merely shaking.
It was screaming.
A loud mix of stolen voices poured from the bronze plate, overlapping into a chaotic, mind-splitting roar.
Open your eyes, Lu Chen!
Look at the blood on your hands!
The judge has signed the death warrant!
