Snow covered the cemetery in white silence.
\nBy the time Brennan\u2019s car reached the gates, dawn was beginning to stain the horizon pale gray over Boston.
\nPolice lights flashed faintly near the entrance.
\nUnmarked federal vehicles lined the road.
\nBut no one had approached the grave yet.
\nBecause Montgomery Ashford sat alone beside it holding a gun across his lap.
\nGrace saw him first through the windshield.
\nOlder somehow.
\nSmaller.
\nNot less dangerous.
\nJust finally visible beneath the power he wore for decades.
\nEliza\u2019s grave rested beneath a layer of snow untouched except for one thing:
\nA small stuffed rabbit.
\nBrennan stopped breathing.
\n\u201cThe rabbit\u2026\u201d
\nGrace looked at him carefully.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThat was hers.\u201d<\/p>\n
The same kind Lily carried now.
\nFor one painful second, Brennan saw the connection completely.
\nEliza.
\nLily.
\nTwo little girls needing protection from a world adults kept failing.
\nNo wonder this story cracked him open from the beginning.
\nA federal negotiator approached Brennan quickly.
\n\u201cHe refuses to speak with anyone except you.\u201d
\n\u201cDid he threaten anyone?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDid he threaten himself?\u201d
\nThe negotiator hesitated.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nGrace\u2019s face tightened immediately.
\nBrennan stared toward his father again.
\nMontgomery sat perfectly still beside Eliza\u2019s grave.
\nLike a man waiting for judgment.
\nOr escape.
\nThe negotiator lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe keeps saying he built everything for his family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace whispered softly beside Brennan:<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the tragedy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan looked at her.<\/p>\n
She held his gaze sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe destroyed his family trying to protect the empire instead.\u201d<\/p>\n
The truth of it hurt.<\/p>\n
Because somewhere along the way, Montgomery Ashford stopped loving people and started managing them.<\/p>\n
Like assets.<\/p>\n
Like liabilities.<\/p>\n
Like things.<\/p>\n
Brennan stepped out into the snow alone.<\/p>\n
Immediately agents tensed.<\/p>\n
The negotiator grabbed his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful.\u201d<\/p>\n
The old word again.<\/p>\n
Careful.<\/p>\n
But this time Brennan understood something important.<\/p>\n
Fear had controlled his entire family for generations.<\/p>\n
He was done obeying it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
Then he walked toward his father.<\/p>\n
Snow crunched beneath his shoes.<\/p>\n
Cold wind moved through bare trees.<\/p>\n
Montgomery never looked up.<\/p>\n
Not until Brennan stopped a few feet away.<\/p>\n
For a moment, neither spoke.<\/p>\n
Then finally Montgomery said:<\/p>\n
\u201cShe hated hospitals.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan\u2019s throat tightened instantly.<\/p>\n
Eliza.<\/p>\n
Not Grace.<\/p>\n
Not the scandal.<\/p>\n
Still Eliza.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe used to hide under the bed before appointments,\u201d Montgomery murmured. \u201cDid you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan swallowed hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe thought if she disappeared quietly enough, sickness wouldn\u2019t find her.\u201d<\/p>\n
The gun rested across his knees casually.<\/p>\n
Terribly casually.<\/p>\n
Brennan kept his voice steady.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should put that down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound frightened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer finally made Montgomery look at him.<\/p>\n
Real surprise crossing his face.<\/p>\n
Because Brennan Ashford had spent his life pretending fear was weakness.<\/p>\n
But not anymore.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m afraid,\u201d Brennan said quietly, \u201cthat you stopped recognizing people as people a long time ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery looked away again toward the grave.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think this is simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Brennan whispered. \u201cI think that\u2019s the problem. You spent your whole life making cruelty sound complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
Snow continued falling softly around them.<\/p>\n
Then Montgomery asked quietly:<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ever hate me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan blinked.<\/p>\n
The question sounded almost childlike beneath the exhaustion.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d he answered honestly.<\/p>\n
Montgomery nodded once.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence again.<\/p>\n
Then Brennan said the thing he had never said aloud before.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut mostly I wanted you to love us more than the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
That landed.<\/p>\n
Hard.<\/p>\n
Montgomery\u2019s jaw tightened slightly.<\/p>\n
And suddenly Brennan saw it clearly.<\/p>\n
The old man was tired.<\/p>\n
Not redeemed.<\/p>\n
Not innocent.<\/p>\n
Just exhausted from carrying power like armor so long he no longer remembered how to set it down.<\/p>\n
Montgomery stared at Eliza\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen she died, your mother looked at me differently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cLike she could see something rotten inside me.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice roughened slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd maybe she could.\u201d<\/p>\n
For years Brennan imagined his father incapable of reflection.<\/p>\n
But this\u2014<\/p>\n
This sounded dangerously close to regret.<\/p>\n
Then Montgomery laughed softly without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know what terrified me most after Eliza died?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I couldn\u2019t stop the world from taking things.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence drifted heavily through the cold morning air.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I learned to take first,\u201d Montgomery whispered.<\/p>\n
Grace stood near the federal vehicles watching from a distance.<\/p>\n
And suddenly she understood something horrifying:<\/p>\n
Montgomery Ashford truly believed cruelty was preparation.<\/p>\n
If you controlled loss first, maybe grief could never surprise you again.<\/p>\n
But grief always survives strategy eventually.<\/p>\n
Brennan stepped slightly closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let children die.\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery\u2019s eyes closed briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
No excuses.<\/p>\n
No corporate language.<\/p>\n
Just yes.<\/p>\n
The honesty hit harder than denial.<\/p>\n
Brennan felt tears sting unexpectedly.<\/p>\n
Not forgiveness.<\/p>\n
Grief.<\/p>\n
Because part of him had still hoped there was some hidden explanation beneath all this horror.<\/p>\n
There wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Only choices.<\/p>\n
Montgomery looked at him again carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe changed you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace.<\/p>\n
Brennan did not deny it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
A faint sad smile crossed Montgomery\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother used to look at people like that too.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words shook Brennan more than expected.<\/p>\n
Because suddenly he understood why Montgomery feared women like Grace and Evelyn.<\/p>\n
They reminded him of the humanity he abandoned.<\/p>\n
Then Montgomery asked quietly:<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you love her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan froze.<\/p>\n
Not because the answer confused him.<\/p>\n
Because it didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
And that realization terrified him slightly.<\/p>\n
Before he could answer, Montgomery nodded faintly like he already knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cInteresting,\u201d he murmured.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou only became impossible to control after someone gave you something money couldn\u2019t buy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Trust.<\/p>\n
Grace gave him trust.<\/p>\n
Even after he admitted suspecting her.<\/p>\n
Even after the world kept punishing her for existing vulnerably inside it.<\/p>\n
Brennan\u2019s voice lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could still help fix this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery laughed weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still think systems want truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan glanced toward the waiting federal vehicles.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome people do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery followed his gaze.<\/p>\n
Then quietly said:<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor Hale won\u2019t let this end cleanly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan\u2019s pulse sharpened instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery looked back at Eliza\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n
\u201cHale works for people wealthier than I ever was.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cold deepened around Brennan.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many people are involved?\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still think evil arrives with a guest list.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer terrified him more than numbers would have.<\/p>\n
Because corruption spreads best when everyone only owns small pieces of guilt.<\/p>\n
Montgomery slowly picked up the stuffed rabbit resting on the grave.<\/p>\n
\u201cEliza wanted to be a teacher.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan\u2019s chest tightened painfully.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI used to think dreams like that were weakness.\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery stared at the rabbit.<\/p>\n
Then finally whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cShe would\u2019ve hated the man I became.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time in his life, Brennan saw genuine shame in his father\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n
Too late.<\/p>\n
But real.<\/p>\n
Then suddenly voices erupted near the cemetery entrance.<\/p>\n
Shouting.<\/p>\n
Movement.<\/p>\n
Federal agents turning sharply.<\/p>\n
Grace looked up instantly.<\/p>\n
Victor Hale had arrived.<\/p>\n
And he was not alone.<\/p>\n
Several black SUVs rolled through the gates fast.<\/p>\n
Too fast.<\/p>\n
The negotiator cursed under his breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan turned immediately toward the commotion.<\/p>\n
Hale stepped from the lead vehicle looking furious.<\/p>\n
Then shouted across the snow:<\/p>\n
\u201cMontgomery! Don\u2019t say another word!\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery\u2019s expression changed instantly.<\/p>\n
Not fear.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
The kind people get when consequences finally arrive in person.<\/p>\n
Grace\u2019s stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
Because suddenly she understood:<\/p>\n
Victor Hale never came to protect Montgomery.<\/p>\n
He came to silence him.<\/p>\n
Everything happened at once.<\/p>\n
Federal agents shouting.<\/p>\n
Doors slamming.<\/p>\n
Snow scattering beneath running feet.<\/p>\n
Victor Hale moved across the cemetery with the calm urgency of a man who believed he still controlled the outcome.<\/p>\n
But Montgomery Ashford\u2019s face changed the moment he saw him.<\/p>\n
Not relief.<\/p>\n
Understanding.<\/p>\n
And suddenly Brennan understood too.<\/p>\n
His father was never the top of the pyramid.<\/p>\n
Just the man willing to become monstrous enough to serve it.<\/p>\n
Hale stopped several yards away.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut the weapon down, Montgomery.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice sounded professional.<\/p>\n
Controlled.<\/p>\n
But Brennan heard it immediately\u2014<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Not fear of the gun.<\/p>\n
Fear of exposure.<\/p>\n
Montgomery laughed softly from beside Eliza\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should\u2019ve burned everything faster.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re unstable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s the script again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Federal agents exchanged uncertain looks.<\/p>\n
Because something was wrong now.<\/p>\n
The power structure had cracked.<\/p>\n
Nobody knew whose orders mattered anymore.<\/p>\n
Grace moved closer carefully through the snow.<\/p>\n
Not toward Hale.<\/p>\n
Toward Brennan.<\/p>\n
Instinct.<\/p>\n
Brennan noticed immediately.<\/p>\n
And somehow that tiny movement steadied him more than anything else all night.<\/p>\n
Hale pointed sharply toward Montgomery.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re going to destroy decades of work for sentiment?\u201d<\/p>\n
Montgomery looked at him with tired disgust.<\/p>\n
\u201cChildren died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale barely reacted.<\/p>\n
\u201cSystems survive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace physically recoiled hearing that.<\/p>\n
And suddenly Brennan realized the horrifying truth:<\/p>\n
Hale was worse.<\/p>\n
Montgomery still carried remnants of guilt.<\/p>\n
Hale carried none.<\/p>\n
No grief.<\/p>\n
No conflict.<\/p>\n
Just calculation.<\/p>\n
A man completely emptied of humanity by ambition.<\/p>\n
Montgomery slowly stood beside the grave.<\/p>\n
Gun still hanging loosely from one hand.<\/p>\n
The stuffed rabbit in the other.<\/p>\n
And for the first time in decades, Brennan saw his father not as powerful\u2014<\/p>\n
But broken.<\/p>\n
A man who buried grief beneath control until nothing human survived underneath.<\/p>\n
Montgomery looked toward Brennan one last time.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were right about one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan stepped closer cautiously.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI forgot people aren\u2019t numbers.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice cracked slightly.<\/p>\n
Tiny.<\/p>\n
Almost invisible.<\/p>\n
But real.<\/p>\n
Then Montgomery looked toward Grace.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou reminded him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace\u2019s eyes filled immediately.<\/p>\n
Because suddenly she understood too.<\/p>\n
Montgomery was speaking to the version of himself he lost long ago.<\/p>\n
The man Evelyn once loved before fear and power hollowed him out.<\/p>\n
Hale moved forward sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Several armed men behind him shifted subtly beneath their coats.<\/p>\n
Not federal agents.<\/p>\n
Private security.<\/p>\n
Illegal.<\/p>\n
Dangerous.<\/p>\n
The negotiator beside Brennan swore quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hale intended to end this permanently.<\/p>\n
No testimony.<\/p>\n
No public unraveling.<\/p>\n
No surviving witnesses.<\/p>\n
Grace saw Brennan understand it at the exact same moment she did.<\/p>\n
And then Hale reached inside his coat.<\/p>\n
Everything exploded into motion.<\/p>\n
Federal agents shouting.<\/p>\n
Weapons drawn.<\/p>\n
Snow spraying beneath boots.<\/p>\n
Grace instinctively grabbed Brennan backward just as a gunshot cracked through the cemetery.<\/p>\n
Not from Hale.<\/p>\n
From Montgomery.<\/p>\n
The bullet slammed into Hale\u2019s shoulder before anyone else fired.<\/p>\n
Chaos erupted instantly.<\/p>\n
Private security drew weapons.<\/p>\n
Federal agents tackled them into the snow.<\/p>\n
Screams.<\/p>\n
Shouting.<\/p>\n
Sirens.<\/p>\n
And through all of it, Brennan stared at his father in disbelief.<\/p>\n
Montgomery Ashford lowered the gun slowly.<\/p>\n
Then looked at Brennan with exhausted eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent my whole life protecting monsters because I thought becoming one would keep my family safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Blood spread slowly across Hale\u2019s coat as agents pinned him violently into the snow.<\/p>\n
The entire hidden system was collapsing now.<\/p>\n
Too public.<\/p>\n
Too visible.<\/p>\n
Too many witnesses.<\/p>\n
Montgomery looked toward Eliza\u2019s grave again.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe deserved better from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan felt tears finally break free.<\/p>\n
Not because his father deserved forgiveness.<\/p>\n
Because grief survives even terrible people.<\/p>\n
And somewhere underneath decades of cruelty, Montgomery Ashford had loved his daughter once.<\/p>\n
Just not enough to remain human afterward.<\/p>\n
Police rushed forward carefully.<\/p>\n
Weapons raised.<\/p>\n
Montgomery dropped the gun into the snow before they reached him.<\/p>\n
No resistance.<\/p>\n
No final speech.<\/p>\n
Only exhaustion.<\/p>\n
As agents handcuffed him, he looked once more toward Brennan.<\/p>\n
Then quietly asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she really make you happy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace froze.<\/p>\n
Brennan looked at her standing beside him in the snow.<\/p>\n
Hair windswept.<\/p>\n
Eyes tired.<\/p>\n
Still holding onto his coat sleeve without realizing it.<\/p>\n
The woman who bought medicine before comfort.<\/p>\n
Who protected truth while homeless.<\/p>\n
Who kept choosing kindness after the world punished her for it repeatedly.<\/p>\n
And suddenly the answer felt simpler than everything else.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Brennan whispered.<\/p>\n
Montgomery nodded faintly.<\/p>\n
Like a man finally understanding something too late to save himself with it.<\/p>\n
Then they led him away.<\/p>\n
The cemetery slowly settled into silence afterward.<\/p>\n
Hale arrested.<\/p>\n
Private security detained.<\/p>\n
Federal oversight finally unavoidable.<\/p>\n
The empire collapsing completely.<\/p>\n
Snow continued falling softly across Eliza\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n
Grace stood beside Brennan quietly while emergency lights painted the dawn red and blue behind them.<\/p>\n
Then softly she asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan looked out across the frozen cemetery.<\/p>\n
At the wreckage of legacy.<\/p>\n
At the end of fear.<\/p>\n
At the beginning of something else he did not fully understand yet.<\/p>\n
Then he looked at Grace.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt some point,\u201d he said quietly, \u201cI think we try living like people instead of survivors.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace\u2019s expression broke slightly at that.<\/p>\n
Because surviving and living are not the same thing.<\/p>\n
And she had spent years forgetting the difference.<\/p>\n
A small voice suddenly interrupted behind them.<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Both turned instantly.<\/p>\n
Lily stood near one of the federal vehicles wrapped in Caleb\u2019s oversized coat, clutching Brave Bunny sleepily.<\/p>\n
Grace hurried toward her immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing awake?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to make sure Brennan didn\u2019t get dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence startled a laugh out of Brennan despite everything.<\/p>\n
Lily looked around at the police lights carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid the scary people lose?\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace looked at Brennan.<\/p>\n
Brennan looked at the snow-covered grave behind him.<\/p>\n
Then finally crouched beside Lily.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d he said softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think they finally did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily nodded seriously.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she looked up at him with complete childhood honesty.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should come home with us.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words landed harder than every headline, threat, and revelation combined.<\/p>\n
Because Brennan suddenly realized something quietly devastating:<\/p>\n
For the first time in his life, someone saying home included him.<\/p>\n
Grace saw the realization hit him.<\/p>\n
Saw the fear too.<\/p>\n
Because people raised without safe love often do not know what to do when they\u2019re finally offered some.<\/p>\n
Lily yawned dramatically.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can get pancakes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan laughed weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a strong argument.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s chocolate chip pancakes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow it\u2019s basically impossible to refuse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace smiled softly watching them.<\/p>\n
And in that moment, standing in a cemetery at sunrise after corruption, betrayal, grief, and collapse\u2014<\/p>\n
Something gentle finally survived.<\/p>\n
Not the company.<\/p>\n
Not the empire.<\/p>\n
Not the legacy.<\/p>\n
People.<\/p>\n
Just people.<\/p>\n
Months later, congressional investigations expanded nationwide.<\/p>\n
Victor Hale became the center of a massive federal corruption probe involving pharmaceutical lobbying, assistance manipulation, and illegal settlement suppression.<\/p>\n
Senator Mercer publicly confessed everything after finally telling his wife the truth about Daniel.<\/p>\n
Several executives went to prison.<\/p>\n
Patient compensation funds were restored independently.<\/p>\n
Ashford Global was dismantled and rebuilt under federal oversight.<\/p>\n
But the real ending happened quietly.<\/p>\n
Not in courtrooms.<\/p>\n
Not in headlines.<\/p>\n
Not in billion-dollar negotiations.<\/p>\n
It happened one rainy afternoon almost a year later.<\/p>\n
Brennan stood in a tiny kitchen wearing an apron Lily had forced him to use because she claimed he \u201ccooked like a nervous businessman.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace sat nearby grading pediatric clinic paperwork while Lily aggressively ruined pancake batter with too many chocolate chips.<\/p>\n
Normal.<\/p>\n
Warm.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Brennan looked around the apartment slowly.<\/p>\n
Small table.<\/p>\n
Laundry basket near the hallway.<\/p>\n
Lily\u2019s drawings taped crookedly to the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
Grace laughing softly at something on her paperwork.<\/p>\n
No marble floors.<\/p>\n
No penthouse silence.<\/p>\n
No empire.<\/p>\n
And somehow\u2014<\/p>\n
For the first time in his life\u2014<\/p>\n
He felt rich.<\/p>\n
Lily held up a burnt pancake proudly.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt looks terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brennan nodded solemnly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe greatest chefs are misunderstood in their time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace laughed fully then.<\/p>\n
Bright.<\/p>\n
Uncontrolled.<\/p>\n
Home.<\/p>\n
And Brennan finally understood what the first purchase at the hospital had truly shattered.<\/p>\n
Not just his father\u2019s beliefs.<\/p>\n
His own loneliness.<\/p>\n
Because the most dangerous thing Grace Miller ever did with a billionaire\u2019s black card was not spending money.<\/p>\n
It was reminding a man built from fear that love without conditions still existed in the world.<\/p>\n
And once he saw that truth\u2014<\/p>\n
He could never go back to living like power mattered more than people again\u2026.<\/p>\n
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