In a dignified Istana room of muted, tasteful drapes, where elegant chandeliers hung from a high ceiling, a city's conscience stood radiant on a stage. Thirteen people, draped in smiles and dressed in decency, posed with their President, Madam Halimah Yacob.
Mark Twain would have loved them.
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