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Submitted to Contest #201
Under the dim lights of the deserted Boston Convention and Exhibition Center, Philip Ackerman stood alone, his tall silhouette casting a long shadow across the wide stage. The once raucous and vibrant hall was now still and silent, save for the echoing remnants of the election night rally that had unfolded here just hours ago. He looked out across the vast expanse, taking in the view of discarded plastic cups, deflated balloons, torn banners and multicolored confetti scattered across the floor. Each piece was a stark reminder of the night's ...
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