The first mistake was believing the box was empty of meaning. By the time the uniforms inside became a public trial, every thread was an accusation. Cameras circled, commentators carved motives into cotton, and strangers chose sides over strangers’ clothes. The box by the cemetery stopped being a container and became a verdict, each angle a new en… Continues…
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