In the quiet after the uproar, the sentence remained, immovable and surreal, a number that mocked the limits of human life. Families of the victims clung to it as the only proportionate answer to an unfathomable loss, a symbolic fortress built against the chaos that had shattered their worlds. For them, anything less felt like betrayal, as if mercy toward the offender meant erasing the dead. Their pain demanded something vast enough to hold it, and the law, in its blunt arithmetic, tried to oblige.
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