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His wife looked up. Her face was symmetrical and pleasant, the kind of face you forget the moment you turn away. "The real what, Elias?"

"I found something today," Elias whispered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, jagged piece of metal. It was a rusted Coca-Cola bottle cap, vibrant red and white, with sharp, irregular teeth. GГ©nГ©rique

He got out of bed, dressed in his , and walked out the door. He didn't look back at the HOUSE . He walked toward the edge of the gray, toward the brown dirt and the rusted metal, waiting for the moment the credits would finally roll so the real movie could begin. His wife looked up

Elias looked at the bottle cap. For the first time in his life, he felt a sharp, stinging pain in his thumb where the metal pressed against his skin. It was a sensation that didn't have a label. It wasn't just ; it was a cold, metallic bite. He reached into his pocket and pulled out