At What Price (Book of Hours Pt. IV)
Gerald grieved the loss of his brother, but to his dying day – he thought as he stared ominously at his watch of fate – he would never confess that he felt nothing at the funeral. He had already grieved for everyone in his life in the weeks he spent agonizing over the legend, he was empty of grief, incapable of sorrow. He could, however, still feel guilt and he felt it immensely, outwardly feigning distress while secretly overjoyed at the prospect of Fortune, followed by Glory! In due time his grades soared, he befriended everyone, and became the life of every party. Every few days he would check to see if the watch had begun its countdown to Fortune; the only anxiety he ever felt in those halcyon days was over how he would spend the windfall heading his way.
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