Rock felt great as he ran the final yards of the Little Rock Marathon's new layout. Just before the finish in a random hallway of a downtown hotel, he had passed a much younger and extremely talented twenty-five-year-old Hasher whose name he could not recall. The only problem was that Rock could see that the timer by his name on a large electronic results board had failed to stop. It was instantly obvious to him that he should have turned right out of the elevator. By going left, directly toward the finish line, he cut several yards off the course. Technically, he had not yet finished, which angered him. "This is great," he said with a nod toward an official seated by the timer. "The guy working the finish line doesn't know how to direct people to the finish line."
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