The room seemed to stop breathing. Her voice, once a weapon and a shield, sounded almost unfamiliar—soft, frayed, dangerously close to breaking. For years, they called her relentless. Untouchable. Inevitable. But tonight, every syllable carried the weight of endings. Allies are whispering. Rivals are calculating. And somewhere beneath the applause, one question refuses to di… Continues…
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