FOUR MONTHS LATER - THE CAPITAL - MORNING
The city woke to CHAOS.
Posters. Everywhere. Plastered on buildings. Scattered in streets. THOUSANDS of them.
All with the same message:
**"THE REVOLUTION WAS A LIE"**
**"YOUR SAINTESS WAS A FRAUD"**
**"YOUR HEROES WERE MANIPULATORS"**
**"THE TRUTH BELOW"**
I stood in the square, staring at one poster. My hands SHAKING.
Because beneath the headline—EVIDENCE.
Documents. Testimonies. PROOF.
All TRUE.
"Sir." One of Valeria's soldiers approached. Pale. TERRIFIED. "They're EVERYWHERE. Every city. Every town. Thousands of copies. We can't—we don't have enough people to REMOVE them—"
"Don't bother," I said quietly. "The damage is done. Everyone's SEEN them by now."
The soldier hesitated. "What do we do?"
"Call an emergency council session. Noon. EVERYONE attends. No exceptions." I ripped down the poster. Folded it. "And get me Kassandra. NOW."
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**ONE HOUR LATER - WAR ROOM**
