The sidewalk exploded with a sound that wasn’t a bomb, but it might as well have been. Authority cracked in an instant. The crowd felt it, tasted it, leaned in. One joke, one fearless voice, and suddenly the man in charge was the one exposed. Power slipped, nerves frayed, and he finally saw how fast control can vanis… Continues…
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