The investigation barely had time to begin before the story slipped out of the hands of facts and into the grip of narrative. By the time the first statements were completed, details no longer mattered. The image had already taken over: a cardboard coffin left in a cemetery near power, photographed, shared, interpreted, and repurposed at speed. The object itself was simple. The reaction to it was anything but. Uniforms immediately became symbols rather than garments. To some, they represented order under threat. To others, authority manufacturing its own victimhood. Commentators rushed to explain what the box “meant,” though few...
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