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She tilted her head.

Judge Dredd had known many sounds in his forty years of service: the screech of a perp’s tires, the wet crack of a lawgiver’s shot, the gurgle of a liar choking on his last breath. But the sound he hated most was silence. Silence meant the chaos had won. Silence meant there was no one left to scream. dredd and stella

“You’re wrong about one thing.”

Dredd looked down. His right gauntlet was smeared with Murmur’s blood. “Standard residue.” She tilted her head

For a long second, Dredd didn’t move. Then, mechanically, he extended his gloved hand. She pressed her palm flat against his. Her eyes fluttered shut. Silence meant the chaos had won

“I can’t read objects from a distance. Touch my hand. Let me feel what you felt when you pulled the trigger.”

Tonight, the Mega-City One block known as Peach Trees was silent.