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... ant president was in the hands of a group of surgeons. The scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air. Gloved hands moved with steady precision. Scalpels and other metallic tools glinted beneath the surgical lamps.
The air was heavy as the surgeons worked on the failing heart of their patient. The tyrant president, a man feared across the country for ruling with an iron fist, now lay fragile, stripped of power, reduced to nothing more than flesh and blood. His chest was split open, ribs ...
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