The first posters went up overnight.They appeared on brick walls and lamp posts, pasted in corners where rain couldn’t reach, layered over old slogans from the war years. Lena saw one on her way to the council hall the next morning, the glue still damp, the ink sharp and dark.A stylized tower. A circle around it. Beneath, three words in bold, block letters:BRING BACK ORDERDamien ripped it down before she could touch it. “They’re everywhere,” he muttered, crumpling it in his fist. “Markets, tram stops, dock warehouses. Reiss has been busy.”“Or someone working for him,” Lena said, but the distinction felt thin. The message was the same.As they walked, she saw more. Variants. Some with slogans beneath the main line.NO MORE GAMBLING WITH OUR FUTURE WE CAN’T EAT PRINCIPLES QUINN BROKE THE MACHINE – WHO FIXES IT?A few had her face roughly sketched beneath the text. In some, the eyes were scratched out.Vincent met them at the council entrance, a folded leaflet in his hand.“New
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