The first shot isn’t in the video. It’s in your chest. A mother’s final seconds, replayed frame by frame, while a nation argues over what they think they see. An SUV inching forward. An agent stepping back. Commands that blur into noise. Each pause, each pixel, a different story. Each replay, a deeper cu… Continues…
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