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Shadow Puppeteer Introduction: In a world where the line between truth and deception blurs, my story began in the shadows, where power brokers and media moguls played God with public perception.  I was their hidden hand, the orchestrator of illusions, shaping reality to suit the whims of the elite.  My name is Daniel Archer, and for years, I was the crisis manager for the rich and powerful.  I silenced scandals, spun narratives, and buried truths so dark, they could have toppled empires. Now, it’s time to pull back the curtain and reveal the sinister puppeteering that goes on behind closed doors. Chapter One: The First Cover-Up The night was cloaked in secrecy as I walked into the opulent lobby of the Langham Hotel.  The chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting fragmented light across marble floors, a deceptive sense of peace. As I approached the elevator, a familiar voice stopped me. "Daniel, over here." I turned to see Elena Russo, a stunning woman with dark, piercing eyes an

  **The Last Wish of Margaret Dawson** Enjoy reading for free; if you like the story, and would like to offer a donation it would really be appreciated Blog Short  Stories    I also write short stories for all.  Mail me at joubertles@yahoo.com Her room was so still; the only sound was the faint hum of medical machinery. To her, the hospital hardly seemed to have enough noise for nighttime hours but instead appeared to hold its breath, awaiting something.  And this night, Margaret Dawson lay down hospital-wise on a bed; a woman who, all of her lifetime, had given the earth love and sacrifice; and now the years and disease had ground her body to its fragile residuum. With them standing at the door were three of Margaret's children – Sarah, Emily, and Jacob, lost in their thoughts. It had been years since the last time all of them were in a room together. The chasms that set them apart seemed impossible to bridge, every one of them holding his baggage and grievances against the other