![]() ![]() More crashing and the sound of mighty hoofbeats sounded down the corridor. I was jarred back to the present by sudden loud squealing that assaulted my ears-accompanied by shouts of pain and picturesque cursing. I went down the entrance corridor, staggering under a dark cloud of gloom. Now I felt myself retrogressing through time, returning to a life-choking farming fate that I thought I had left far behind me. I had fled the agrarian cesspit of Bit ‘O Heaven for a successful-and happy-life of crime. My bucolic youth down on the farm flashed before my eye-with concomitant black depression. My Angelina smiled, then laughed aloud when she heard the distant squeals and grunts of a porcuswine herd. Lighter in bank balance and heavier in heart, I led the way to the gantry elevator and thence into the welcoming airlock of the Rose of Rifuti. ![]()
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