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conversations.value:  The newspapers reported that Claire would be publicly tried alongside Dole. The trial was a sham, of course—just a flimsy facade for what would be a public execution. Claire and Dole were kept under heavy guard at all times, making today our only chance. The trial was to take place in the district court, separated by a fence from the courtyard of the assembly hall. I stood in the front row of the gathered crowd.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “There they are!” someone in the crowd called out.
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire…” Claire and Dole were led on stage, both garbed in expensive-looking mourning attire—perhaps to highlight the fact of their nobility. Their faces were resolute.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Announcing His Majesty!” Thane, who had been officially crowned the day before, entered the hall.
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