Milan — Underground print shop
The smell of fresh ink and scorched paper filled the small room hidden beneath an abandoned butcher shop.
Vera, Luca, Enzo, and two other resistance members worked side by side with the printers — men and women with calloused hands and eyes reddened by exhaustion and determination.
The presses groaned as they rolled out the first pages:
"The Corruption Dossier — The Truth About Milan"
Inside were the exposed scandals:
The manipulation of races.
The buying of judges.
The filthy alliance between the mafia, racing teams, and politicians.
Every sheet that slid out of the press was a bullet fired at the regime.
Vera held the first copy, the paper still hot between her fingers.
Luca stepped closer, reading the headlines.
— This is going to set the city on fire, — he murmured.
— It's meant to, — Vera replied without hesitation.
They had already organized the distribution:
Universities.
Factories.
Public squares.
Cafés and marketplaces.
By morning, Milan would awaken not under official banners, but under sheets of truth.
Every citizen would hold the evidence in their hands.
Every citizen would choose.
There would be no more pretending.
The mask would finally fall.
And deep in her chest, Vera knew:
once the truth was unleashed, no one would ever cage it again.