The peasant slowly lifts a wooden spoon of gray sludge to his trembling mouth. A large black fly lands on the tip of his nose, but he remains motionless, staring blankly into the distance. The tear slowly drips from his chin as the fly crawls across his skin in a disturbing close-up. Dialogue in this scene: Narrator: "Life was so bleak that even the flies felt sorry for you." Include backgrou...
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