The danger wasn’t abstract anymore. Every ping felt like a loaded weapon pressed against the glass walls of power. What started as a single leak had become a flood of receipts, each one slicing through press conferences and polished talking points. No one could tell where private ended and public began, or when a joke would become evidence. They called it transparency. It felt more like standing naked under a spotlight, waiting for the next expos… Continues…
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