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... mbled slightly from the packed crowd below.
People sitting in rows.
Foreign press, Red Army officers, Party officials, and silent NKVD agents in civilian coats.
The temperature in the hall was warm, but no one moved to wipe their brow.
They were here to witness a script written by fear, performed by broken men.
On the raised platform beneath a massive photo of Lenin sat a panel of three judges.
In front of themva long bench where the sixteen defend ...
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