The shot shattered more than peace. In a breath, a quiet Minneapolis street became a national fault line, splitting neighbors, officials, and a grieving family into competing versions of the same ten seconds. A mother, a wife, a believer—gone beside a curb where children once chalked hopscotch. Authorities insist. Witnesses contradict. Her wife remembers only the whis… Continues…
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