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He wasn’t sure if he had expected something similar to the Harry Potter series, but this certainly wasn’t what he was thinking he’d see. “Different sensual than you thought, eh?” Ben asked with a grin. “Yeah, you could say that,” said Dave. “Remember, one of the stated goals of interracial the Masons is to coexist as Americans first and sorcerers second. A courtroom like the one I bet you had envisioned would defeat that entire goal.” “I guess that makes sense. But why can’t I sense anyone around me?” Dave wondered. “Normally, my passive defenses allow me to basically see in all directions.” “See those things up there?” Ben replied, pointing to four tiny satellite dishes in each corner of the ceiling. “Yeah?” “Those devices operate on the same principles as the handcuffs we use when we have to arrest sorcerers,” Ben explained. “They emit an inaudible resonance that does just asian enough to disconnect a sorcerer’s mind from their Channel, rendering one unable to perform sorcery. They’re heavily regulated and used only in specific instances of security and law-enforcement that require them.” “Huh, that makes sense,” Dave nodded. “All rise!” shouted the bailiff. “Dockett ending 2187, the case of The People vs. Mark Iger , the Honorable Judge Christopher Ramirez presiding.” “Be seated,” said Ramirez. “Court is now in session.” The opening statements were unremarkable, with each side basically listing off the things they would show in their respective arguments. Dave couldn’t help but notice that Daniel Masters, the defense attorney, appeared to be cut from the same cloth as was Mark. Both dressed exceedingly well and had an incredible gift of gab, the latter of which was already playing well with the seven men and five women of the jury. They smiled and nodded with almost everything Daniel said, drawn in by his buttery smooth voice. All the while, Dave gave an intense glare in Mark’s direction; he would not be fooled by the man’s pleasant demeanor. 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