The Golden Farce
The sound of the shattering glass did not reach you before the impact did, a dull, bone-deep thud that traveled up through the soles of your boots and settled in the marrow of your spine, a silent verdict passed by a judge who had no face, no voice, and no interest in the nuances of your defense, for in the court of sudden, absolute force, there is no time for argument, only the raw, screaming...
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