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The audience had come expecting the usual mix: stories, reflections, a few lines about unity. Some came out of admiration. Others, to measure what time had left behind—how much presence remained, how much history still clung to him. A few were simply curious, drawn to the possibility of raw truth.
None expected the first thing to feel real would be the crack in his voice.
“We’re living in a time,” he said cautiously, “when people don’t just disagree. They don’t trust.” He scanned the audience, as if counting faces, seeking proof, not applause.
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