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Maria tossed the coin up into the air. She glanced down at her phone, the time read 9:42 pm. He was late. She was out here risking everything to meet with him and he was late. She tossed the coin again. 9:43 pm. She could lose her job, her house, hell maybe even her life. And for what? What Ace promised was the truth? Toss. 9:44 pm. She could hear sirens in the distance and the chilling blair of the loyalist police bull horn. Toss. 9:45 pm. Her mother told her as a reporter the truth would burn her. Why hadn't she listened? Toss. 9:46 pm. She knew she should never have trusted the Rebel groups and now she was going to pay for it. As she tossed the coin up into the air a hand snatched out from on top of the shipping container she was leaning against. "So" his voice rang out in the dark autumn night "are you ready to uncover the truth?" A story about the corruption of power, the effect we can have, and freedom we posse when we chose to speak our minds and use our voices.
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All her life she had rules set for her, what she can and what she cannot do. What to expect and what not. The right things were the ones her father made her believe and the wrongs were the ones he made her ignore. Engaged to a faceless person whose name was the only thing she was familiar to and as they are married now, she tries to be familiar to the face of the name she fell for. Yet, he was everything she imagined and nothing she knew about. A daughter of the man whose hands were stained with the blood of innocent lives, wife of the man whose silence was her roar and a mother to the children not born to her. She is a flower in the midst of Lions. She is Flora.

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