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Tonight was a special broadcast. A corruption scandal that had been a ghost for five years—whispers in dark corridors, anonymous blog posts that vanished overnight—had finally acquired flesh and bone. And Vansheen was the one who had assembled the skeleton. The red light on the camera bloomed