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They said good things came to those who did good. He believed that once. He who was a worn-down factory worker — nameless in the crowd, sick in silence. He didn’t have much. But he tried. He did what little good he could. Death still found him — quiet, cold, and alone on the side of the road. The last thing he saw was a stray cat staring at him. Its eyes didn’t pity him.