The city is holding its breath. One call, one choice, and millions of lives tilt toward mercy or punishment. Zohran Mamdani stares at the phone, knowing any answer will draw blood—from his career, his supporters, or the streets he swore to protect. Beside him, Elle’s blueprint whispers a dangerous alternative, daring him to defy the script written by powe… Continues…
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