After dinner, darkness descended on us literally and in the form of Hanging Judge Mortimer. His fearsome appearance and stern manner shook each of us to the core as he related our crimes and passed judgment on each of us while wearing a lambswool seat cover on his head.
Well done Dean. The research you did provided each of us with a criminal alter ego based on actual records from Gladstone Gaol. I was called before you as James Francis Maunion to answer for my crime of Larceny. You sentenced me to 6 months hard labour, but I escaped and was never heard of again.
By the end of the night, our reputations were ruined and our shame ran deep as we we were all convicted criminals.
However, one sentence was held over, to be carried out the following morning………
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