Sall copped the punch across the cheek and knew it’d drop him. Satisfaction shone from the scrunched face on the end of it, shaded by a low flat cap. Sall went spinning to the floor, his world rattled. They’d told him the dockworker hit like a barge in a hurry, and they were right.
The dockworker swaggered over him. ‘Stay down!’ he said.
Moments ticked over into seconds. He was losing it all. The fight, the gold, his future, in that order, as each second ticked by. He had to get up.
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