The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. It’s like this: You want freedom. I’m not Gerald, remember. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. "Like master like man," observed Jack as he rolled the inanimate body to the side of the road.
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