Rush of recognition
Kneeling low behind the generator, she pulled out her phone again, this time to search. Her fingers trembled as she typed. Seconds later, the results appeared, glowing on the screen. Judy’s jaw dropped. The fog lifted instantly. She finally understood who was running this secretive operation. A rush of recognition hit her with brutal clarity, unraveling every suspicion at once. The truth was here, painted in plain sight. And it felt deeply familiar.
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