The microphone barely caught it. One soft word, dropped like a stone in a cathedral of cameras, split the air more sharply than any shouted decree. “Many.” Not a number, not an answer—an X‑ray. It felt like confession and accusation at once, a mirror held up to a country that would rather look away. Reporters scribbled, pundits bris… Continues…
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