"Throat lozenge."
Heish spread his hand and handed a candy wrapped in silver plastic to Dasanc in front of him,
The silent wind swept through the empty venue; the speech had already ended.
"Thank you,"
Dasanc's hoarse voice uttered a thank you, took the candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth. He lifted his head, his gaze fixed intently on a huge advertising screen not far away, inside which was a midterm election countdown.
On this street, there were several other countdown screens like it.
"I remember that every election, there would be screens displaying this kind of countdown. Is this the masterpiece of a consortium?"
Heish moved a stool and sat down next to Dasanc.
"A media company,"
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