The air in the grand hall was heavy with anticipation as the audience waited for the man who had ruled their nation with an iron fist for over two decades. Nicolae Ceaușescu, the self-proclaimed "Genius of the Carpathians," stood tall at the podium, his face etched with the lines of power and arrogance. He looked out upon the sea of faces, a mixture of fear, anger, and desperation, as he prepared to deliver what would unknowingly become his final address. The Romanian people had endured years of oppression under Ceaușescu's regime. They had suffered through food shortages, extreme poverty, and a stifling lack of freedom. But now, their patience had run dry, and the rumblings of revolution echoed through the nation's streets. Ceaușescu, however, remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing outside the walls of the grand hall. He believed his reign was invincible, that his people would forever bow to his will. His eyes scanned the crowd, and a smug smile curled upon
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