The verdict came like a punch. Not with cheers or chaos, but with a quiet that felt like judgment. On one side stood a polished narrative, stitched together from donor memos, borrowed charisma, and the promise that demographics alone could bend history. On the other stood a candidate who didn’t look new so much as unshakably known, backed by a brand pundits swore was fading but voters hadn’t quite released. In a race sold as a local skirmish, the stakes swelled into something heavier, more revealing, and far more unforgiv… Continues…
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