They stepped in like a shadow falling across an already dark room. No sirens, no shouting—just the silent arrival of uniforms into spaces built for those with nowhere left to run. In detention centers where every clipboard feels like a verdict, the sudden presence of Marines rewrites the script. Officials insist this is about support, not force—about order, not escalatio… Continues…
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