Voters didn’t whisper. They screamed without a sound. Headlines chased the spectacle, but the truth moved quietly through kitchens, pickup trucks, and pews. One campaign felt like an echo of home; the other looked like a movie trailer built for somewhere else. When the last precinct reported, the district’s choice wasn’t just surprisi… Continues…
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