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In the high silence of the Andes, where the air thins to a whisper and the earth itself seems to remember older empires, there lies a nation haunted...

The scene was a courtroom turned gladiator pit, where justice isn’t blind but bloodshot, half-drunk, and swinging for the fences. A black-robed...

“Given the chance, I could see the old man’s anti-immigrant rant sliding seamlessly into a screed about Ottawa strangling Alberta as he moaned...

It was a warning — a spoken-word portent of the dangers lurking in plain sight. A call to vigilance. A whispered watchword passed between those who...

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