The lie didn’t arrive as a headline. It seeped in slowly, through cropped screenshots, clipped quotes, and a 35‑minute video that promised answers it could never safely prove. A president’s ear sliced open on live television, a gunman on a roof, an FBI denial that felt less like truth than choreography. Online, strangers became jurors, parsing pixels and syllables, arguing over what was said, what was meant, what was quietly deleted. Every new “fact” spawned three new doubts, and the story’s center slipped further away, leaving only a question that no agency, no influencer, no thread could finally sett… Continues…