Mocked At The Graveside — I Smiled Because The Truth Was Already In Motion

turned toward the old iron gates, where a line of vehicles was pulling through that had no business being in a place like this. Graphite-grey sedans. Midnight-black armored SUVs. One after another, moving with the precision of a motorcade, stopping beside the graveside in perfect, rehearsed stillness.

The silence that followed was absolute.

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