The Chairman hadn’t won the election. The opposition had lost it before the first votes were even cast. Their candidate framed the election as a choice between democracy and dictatorship, but that wasn’t what the people saw. They weren’t voting for democracy—they were voting against a system that had already failed them.
Cora wasn’t supposed to be out this late. She had no choice. The ration system had failed again, leaving her stranded, forced to barter for food. Now, the streets were empty, the curfew sirens long faded, and the checkpoint stood between her and safety.
Cora had tried to leave. FLAGGED FOR REVIEW. No appeal. No escape. She was trapped, forgotten, erased. Alone in her empty apartment, the propaganda droned on. The Circle provides. The Circle protects. The Circle secures your future. She had fought it for so long. But now, in the silence, she felt it sinking in.
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The rally was a spectacle, a circus of blind devotion, where his followers waved flags, bought overpriced merchandise, and cheered as he spun his lies into gospel. It didn’t matter if nothing made sense. They weren’t here for the truth. They were here for the feeling of it all.
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They stood outside the Treasury building, the last voices of resistance in a government that no longer listened. A dozen members of Congress, their voices hoarse from demanding answers, faced a locked door guarded by black-clad enforcers who did not acknowledge them. Magnus Vail had already taken control of the nation’s wealth, freezing wages, gutting aid programs, and reducing the economy to a tool of obedience. They spoke of law, of oversight, of justice—but none of it mattered.
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