WHEN VOICES RISE

2: The H

l café near the harbor. The scent of fresh bread and roasting coffee mixed with the salt

orporation, frightened of their livelihoods, and most of all, frightened of speaking out. Clara had seen it bef

ty, save for a couple hunched over a corner table, absorbed in their own quiet convers

Clara. T

him a faint smile as

s words were true-if Brayford was going to survive, they would need more than just

er and a pair of worn jeans, his face drawn and haggard. He was a man who had seen the town's rise and fall, and Clara knew he had a l

iately and walked over,

I've been thinking about your words last night. You're righ

think they'll listen? They'r

mate the power of the people. The same people who put me in office

there was still fire in his eyes. But how could she trust a man wh

"What makes you want to get

this town everything. The people here trusted me, and I failed them. It's not too late to make things r

desperation in his voice made

iery 17-year-old climate activist, strode in. Her backpack, covered in stickers from

, her eyes bright with determination. "You two planning on savi

younger woman's enthusiasm. "We're

nt of suspicion in her eyes. "You know, some people

ade my mistakes, Amara. But I'm not g

ing. "Alright, then. We'll need more than just talk. We

"I think I have an i

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ion around them. Outside, the wind had picked up, whipping through the streets,

can't just tell them what's happening-we have to show them. We need to find the heart of

've still got some connections. People who won't mi

eople involved. They're scared right now, but if they see that they'r

ad: Brayford Fights Back. Exposing the Corruption Beneath the Surface. But she knew that ki

for the first time in a long while, the people

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ing

he ocean had thickened, wrapping around the town like a shroud. Clara pulled her

rd the town hall, Clara couldn't shake the feeli

n years, she felt th