The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain hits the pavement. It splatters. It vanishes. You are running. Your lungs burn. A sharp, hot ache. You are not a hero. You are a runner. You are a thief. The city is a gray throat. It swallows the light. It swallows the sound. Your feet strike the wet asphalt. *Thud. Thud.* The rhythm is wrong. It is too fast. It is too desperate. You are holding the box. It is small. Wood. Oak. Heavy....

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