The Price of False Judgement

 The hawthorne’s green had sprouted in abundance with the arrival of the  spring. It’s branches blossomed with the bursting exuberance of new life  as they waved in the gentle breeze. 
He  was tired. It had been a tough day, as tough as they come really. A day  when the shift of the world was weighted in but a few simple words. 

Words which He himself had spoken.
“.....by your wrong judgement upon me, the rightness of your rule is proved as false!” 

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