The truth is, you’ve been staring at a secret for years. That tiny fish on the back of a stranger’s car is not decoration, not luck, not branding. It’s older than your country, older than your language, born in an age when belief could get you killed. It began as a code, a whisper scratched into dust, a lifeline between hunted strangers who refused to ren… Continues…
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