The sentence landed like a hammer. Eleven years, a shattered legacy, a fallen power broker now recasting himself as prey. Cameras explode, allies avert their eyes, enemies savor the spectacle. He invokes Trump, “witch hunts,” a justice system he swears is fixed against men like him. He hints at a comeback, a pardon, something darker. And then, mid-sente… Continues…
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