The Script of Chance
The intersection of 5th and Main was a theater of the absurd, and I was the director. I had spent three hours scouting the location, calculating the flow of traffic and the exact angle of the morning light. Everything was ready. "Now," I whispered into my headset. The collision was perfect. A sharp, metallic crunch, a sudden halt, and the precise amount of chaos required to attract a crowd. The...
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