OUR LITTLE SECRET
“Because once they regroup, they’ll come harder than before.”
Ophelia looked at the wall of screens — showing riots, rallies, arrests.
“We give the people something more than truth.”
Carl raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“A future,” she said.
And for the first time, no one argued.
They hijacked a Velgrave news channel.
It was supposed to run a primetime piece about Academy reforms.
Instead, it glitched — then cut to black.
Then her face appeared.
No glamour. No disguise.
Just Ophelia Wolfe, in a plain shirt, standing in front of a cracked emblem once worn by Velgrave’s top brass.
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