Chapter 8 - The Public Reckoning
The neutral press broke the story on a Tuesday. By Wednesday, the city was in flames.
People surged into the streets, no longer cowed by the military presence. Adrian and Elara stood on a balcony overlooking the main square, watching as the Minister of Defense was dragged from his office by the very people he had claimed to protect.
Vane looked up, his eyes meeting Adrian’s. There was no arrogance left, only the desperate, sniveling fear of a man who realized his power was an illusion.
"The truth is a fickle weapon, Adrian!" Vane screamed as the crowd closed in.
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"It’s not a weapon," Adrian shouted back over the roar of the mob. "It’s a mirror."
Elara grabbed Adrian’s hand, her grip surprisingly strong. "It’s not over yet, son. Your father is still out there, and he knows how to survive better than any of them."
