Coins in the open pouch flicker and dissolve one by one into drifting motes of golden light, each vanishing as Marcus reels back from another near-fatal strike and survives. He clutches the emptying pouch, chest heaving, awe and exhaustion crossing his face. Shimmering particles drift upward into the sunlit dust. The blurred crowd roars behind him. The camera holds a steady medium shot with a s...
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