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... king.
Ash fell in slow spirals, dancing on the wind like burnt confetti from a celebration no one survived; a funeral for a republic that had once proclaimed its virtue louder than its crimes.
The riots had been crushed.
But nothing felt victorious.
From the steps of what remained of the Federal Building, rows of boots stood at attention, backs straight, rifles slung across chests.
Their uniforms were spotless, new federal issue in deep navy with no unit i ...
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